At birth I was abandoned. Alone in the night. The wind was a howling wolf. My small coat of fur didn't cope well with the weather. I was shivering in the night. Days went on, only eating the small scraps of grass left by the happy animals running past me. I envy them. They are bullies, teasing me with their comfort. I only got a glimpse of my mother, and all I heard was, "blah blah bloop bleep blap birthmark.". Only now do I understand why I was abandoned. The birthmark on my side. A witch symbol. I wish I could tear it off and be with my family. But, it's bad luck to have a witch symbol birthmark. Just (SKIP IF YOU DON'T LIKE GRAPHIC IMAGES) yesterday I saw a lion pride eating my family. I could recognize those eyes anywhere. My older sister. It's been 5 years since I've encountered them, and 1 year since i found out they died. If I hate everything in this life, I wont have anything to hate in my other eight. (wink wink)
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