Just Some Pain
558 Words
Third Person's pov
He stood there blankly, trying to figure out everything that had happened.
'How can this be possible? My naive little girl is gone now' He thought, not knowing what changes she became into the last years he was away.
After four years, he was finally free. But he wasn't happy. He lost the last person he cared for in this life an it was heartbreaking.
He had nothing to do other than crying his eye out and feeling his heart break more every moment passes by.
'Is it real or am I having a nightmare? I didn't just lose her, right? I wish I was there with her to protect her with everything I have'.
He stopped walking and sat on the bench, looking at the calm ocean. It was the way she always loved to watch.
The ice cream man driving his truck around and giving children whatever flavor they wanted.
The families having an awesome summer vacation with a picnic on the shore. Just like his family used to do. Oh how much he missed all of them.
He returned back to watching the beach as small waves kept on pushing each other towards him. Did he care of getting wet? No he didn't. He didn't even realize that the water could reach him. He forgot what it's like to touch the water after all these years.
He wished he could see their face at least once before letting them go away. He didn't even have the chance to say goodbye.
Anyone that could see him sitting like that would think that he just broke up with his girlfriend or got cheated on. But, it was worse than that. He lost his family. First, his parents and now his twin.
He sighed as he decided to go back. But where? He had nowhere to go to. He was homeless. Great, now that's what he needed.
He glanced one time at the unfamiliar faces before walking to the street. Honking of the cars could be heard loudly, causing him to scream lowly and cover his ears immediately.
His mom hated this sound. She feared it and had a phobia from it. Every time she would hear it, she would quickly squeal and start singing loudly while covering her ears, just not to hear the awful sound.
"LA La La La La La"he kept on singing, mimicking his mother. There's no way he would have to hear it again.
He started running quickly to escape the sound. People looked at him an thought that he was a psycho. Well, he looked like one. Singing loudly and running quickly was a thing only psychos would do.
Some felt bad for him and some got annoyed. But he didn't see anyone of them. Tears were clouding his eyes, his sight was blurry, he couldn't see anything.
He screamed loudly when he felt a large pain on his stomach.
He stopped in his tracks and felt his knees go weak. His legs shook before he finally gave up and fell on the ground.
People ran forwards to see if he was okay. "I'm okay, just some pain"he murmured.
He was a werewolf, a simple motorcycle won't harm him so much. But his body was so tired that he couldn't stay awake any longer and finally darkness consumed him.
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