Why is life so cruel, why is it so unfair?

I keep coming to the point that I want to escape from the situation that comes again and again, like a never ending cycle. Like the situation that I'm currently in. I finally had the chance to escape it, and I took the chance and what happened next? I got lost, lost in the forest.

It's already getting late and before I knew it, the sun switched her position with the moon. Today is the full moon; I can hear wolves hauling; wind stroking the trees and blowing the leaves which ever way they will sway.

Fear washes over my body with every step that I take. I fear for an animal that's wandering around, hungry for blood and flesh.

Am I not too young to die yet? I just turned 19... And I can finally start a new life, MY life that I was longing for for so long.

I'm not panicking right now, it's just that I fear the unknown. Everyone in my place would be like this. Hell, they would be screaming their heads off and they would just run back to that colorless city I come from.

Do I seem weird to you? Well... I am. I am weird and probably crazy too.

I'm walking in a straight line on a path decked with stones and leaves, hoping that I end up somewhere near people.

The path comes to an end.

At the end of the path, there is a river. As I walk closer to the water before me, I see the reflection of the sky in it. The moon and the stars, they are beautiful, the sight is overwhelming and I feel as if the time has stopped just for me and wants me to take the beauty of the night in.

With the river before me, I sit on the ground that is coated with light green grass. I could stare at the river the whole night. I couldn't take my eyes of it, or rather I didn't want to, because I know the moment I look away, I'm back in the reality that hurts me, wants me gone. But even if I didn't want to look away, something caught my attention at the other side of the sky-reflecting river.

Movement.

A creature comes out from behind trees that are decorated with the now brown leaves. My eyes widen and I gasp out of fear.

It's a wolf.

He hasn't seen me yet, so I take the chance to slowly stand up. As I'm already standing, I slowly back up, but I stumble back and fall right on my cushions. I close my eyes immediately so I don't have to see my own death approaching me, but to my surprise it never came. I slowly open my eyes and look in the direction I last saw him.

He's still there, but now looking at me and observing me from afar. He brings his gaze up and we link our stares.

Then it hit me, those eyes aren't eyes of a wolf. They belong to a werewolf. A hint of a human heart softly, but strongly reflecting in them.

I sigh out of relief. I feel as if all my burdens have left my soul, but that feeling doesn't stay for too long, as I snap back into the cruel reality. He's a majestic creature, half a wolf, half a human, a werewolf it is indeed.

As I was about to stand up, I slowly sat back down again. When my cushions touch the ground, a sharp pain comes running through my body. I shut my eyes for a split second. He, the werewolf, seems to have flinched when he saw it.

Still with my eyes closed, I hear footsteps growing near.

I slowly open my eyes again and look around. I turn to my right and find the werewolf standing there with curiosity and worry, as visible as a black dog who is happily playing in snow, in his eyes. He carefully approaches me, trying not to scare me, but I don't even flinch.

I look back into his eyes with a different sort of curiosity in mine. He slowly approached me and we're now face to face with each other. His gestures show that he's nervous to be near me. He lets out a sound, a squeak...?

His gaze is stuck on my cheek. I don't understand what was wrong, so I touch my right cheek he was so fixated at. I hiss at the burning feeling that I all of a sudden feel when I touch a certain spot on my cheek. There was probably something sharp that cut me when I was running through the forest.

He closes the distance in between us, as he sees that I'm not scared of him, and licks the wound. It burns again, but not as much as when I touched it with my dirty hand, so I bring my hand back up onto my cheek, only to come across my soft skin, no wound to be found.

"It healed!" I mumbled shocked. At this moment I know that he isn't a normal werewolf, he is surely a mystical one, or he's cursed and his only advantage is his healing tongue.

"I've never met a werewolf that has actual healing powers before, they are so rare, yet there's one standing before me." I give myself a soft hysterical laugh, as if I've gone insane already. He growls something, obviously thinking that I can't understand it, but I do... "I'm just cursed, nothing special, nothing fun." Is what he said.

I give him a quick, sly glance and respond. "So you're cursed after all, huh?"

My gaze is momentarily fixed on the fish that I see in the river shining under the stars and the moon. I shift my gaze to him.

"You understand me?" He asks shocked.

"I do." Is my only response, because surely I don't know what I should say in such a moment.

"How?" I chuckle.

"That's a secret..." I say trailing off. He then sits next to me.

"Why weren't you scared of me? How did you know I was a werewolf? How did you guess...?" I chuckle at his visible curiosity and turn my gaze back towards the river where the moon in shines oh so brightly.

"I could tell you're a werewolf. I could see it through your eyes. Your eyes are human's and not that of a hungry beast. I could recognize them everywhere. And of course I was scared until I realized that you're a werewolf. You're human, so I knew you wouldn't hurt me. I don't get easily scared though, just saying." My gaze shifts to him again and I smile softly at him.

"I like your way of thinking." He responds. It seems we have a similar way of thinking.

A silence falls between us, but it was anything, but uncomfortable. I think I have found comfort by being around him and I don't even know him, but still it is how it is. At least until he asks me a question that I deeply want to avoid right now.

"So you had met werewolf's before?" My smile falters. He seems to notice that I clearly didn't like that question. "You don't have to tell me if it bothers you." He said, I think, trying to understand the discomfort that he caused by asking that.

I just sit and think if I should tell him or not. Well, we probably won't meet again, so...
"Met..." I repeat his words. He notices the sadness in my voice, it's pretty clear my voice trembled just now. "If you want, you can call it something like that." I mumble, not minding how I sound anymore at all.

He looks at the sky that is painted with millions of stars and a full moon. He doesn't bug me about the topic again, I can appreciate that. "Why are you out in the forest alone at night? It's dangerous, especially at this time of the year." He growls while something seems to have flickered in his eyes just now.

I'm now also looking at the pitch black sky. It's more beautiful out in the forest than in the city. Everyone says that everything you see in the city and outside is completely different, but how weird is that?

"I ran away." I say, simply.

"I ran away for my freedom and from a sticky situation" I mumble coldly and look to my right, where he's seated.

He seems to process every word that I say pretty quickly. "I understand that you have nowhere to stay?" He asks out of nowhere.

"Well, yeah. I ran into the forest with a purpose: to find someone. This is something I've probably done for 10 years straight. But I think I should give up. I'm getting nowhere..." I trail off and my face falls. I am so broken from the inside that after so many years I have still not found him.

But this guy seems to have a charm about him, that just wants you to keep talking to him. I feel comfortable around him for some reason, so I just spit out things that seemed to be stuck for a long time, looking back, I didn't have someone to talk about this sort of stuff.

The werewolf with the, for some sort of reason, beautifully black-colored fur gazes into the sky while whispering a response. "You shouldn't give up. Maybe that person is closer than you think." He hopes to give me some more hope, it seems.

"Yeah..." Is my only response to his kindness.