Running from the Past
My father use to tell me that I was fragile, but I was not weak. He told me I was brave, I just have my feelings get to me... And that was true...
I kept trying to tell myself that I was strong and brave like my parents. But the other pups in the pack picked on me. Telling me, I am nothing like them. My parents should have killed me, because I am weak.
I ran to my father and told him everything they said. He just smiled and told me. "Don't worry honey. Don't listen to anything they say, because it's not true. They are only trying to bring you down because you are higher then them."
I grinned and from that day I tried to keep my head up. But the bullying just got worst. I had enough of it.. It was the 4th of winter and I was done. I was turning 16 on 8th of winter and that's when I get my name. But I could not lead a pack that hated me. So, on that night I ran. I didn't look back, didn't second guess what I was doing. Didn't care that I could get killed. I didn't care if I was caught. I didn't care for the sorrow my parents had for me... All I wanted to do was run. Get as much distance from the pack.
Sayings my father had told me when I was younger flashed in front of me.
"If they throw stones at you, pick them up and build something."
"They don't hate you. They hate themselves, because your the reflection they want to be. "
But soon enough those words turned against me...
"I will return and show them who I really am!"
I kept trying to tell myself that I was strong and brave like my parents. But the other pups in the pack picked on me. Telling me, I am nothing like them. My parents should have killed me, because I am weak.
I ran to my father and told him everything they said. He just smiled and told me. "Don't worry honey. Don't listen to anything they say, because it's not true. They are only trying to bring you down because you are higher then them."
I grinned and from that day I tried to keep my head up. But the bullying just got worst. I had enough of it.. It was the 4th of winter and I was done. I was turning 16 on 8th of winter and that's when I get my name. But I could not lead a pack that hated me. So, on that night I ran. I didn't look back, didn't second guess what I was doing. Didn't care that I could get killed. I didn't care if I was caught. I didn't care for the sorrow my parents had for me... All I wanted to do was run. Get as much distance from the pack.
Sayings my father had told me when I was younger flashed in front of me.
"If they throw stones at you, pick them up and build something."
"They don't hate you. They hate themselves, because your the reflection they want to be. "
But soon enough those words turned against me...
"I will return and show them who I really am!"
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