1 {The story of my childhood}

Everynight before bed. My grandma would always read me bedtime stories, mostly its about fairytail stories like "Snow White", "Cinderella" and more. It was a daily habit of ours and It was the precious moment of my life. Grandma was my one and only friend that I love dear. So the death of her was devastating to me...

Darkness filled my world. Suffocating me till I lose my breath and was the brink of death. My life was never the same when she died. The warm feeling of love and comfort..was taken away from me. Death was not merciful. When I need her the most, death took her away from me. Now all alone in this dark and vast world. No one to protect me. No one to comfort me. No one to read my bedtime stories anymore...

The day of her funeral was traumatic. Each hour, each minute and each second, my body began to stop moving. Like a statue, standing lifeless. My emotions shut down. I didnt even know what happend but all I know that she was gone, forever. Never coming back...

Then, my body began to move on its own. I ran...ran as fast like a cheetah, never loooking back. I heard people calling me aloud, again and again, until it slowly fades. My steps began to get faster and faster to who knows where Im going. A road that has no ending. A path that has no meaning. All I want is to get away. To get away from reality...

As hours passby, my knees gave up. I stumbled and stumbled until I stopped. My line of view was in the dark gloomy clouds. Fitting for my mood. My body was a mess. My hair was filled with mud as It was rainning very hard, my face was completely a canvas of smear dirt and leaves, the dress I wore was not a dress but a ragged cloth that had been in the dirt to long, abandoned..like me.

It was the longest run I have did since me and my grandma played tag. It was, exhausting. I didnt even want to move nor breath. I just want to die. So that I could meet grandma amd we could be together for enternity..

The mud had becamed my death bed. The rain was like the feeling of rose petals as it hits my face gently. The sound of birds and animals was like instruments, singing. Was dying this peaceful? was dying this easy? Then I want to die now. When I was in the momment of accepting death. A footstep.

*Splish splosh*

The sound of someone or something walking in the mud. Clearly, I wasnt alone anymore. I saved all the strength I have left and forced my body to get up. I looked over to where I heard the sound. Face to face to me, Eyes, deep as the sea, A nose as pointy like a dog and A body like a...

"Mr....Werewolf??"