Post by Skye on May 20, 2007 17:34:47 GMT -5
Skye walked slowly through the cemetary. For some reason, she felt like she needed to be alone, to think. She was happy that the pack seemed to be doing well and that they were getting new members, but deep inside, she still felt lost. She still didn't feel like she contributed anything. She wasn't strong or smart or a good fighter, or even handy. She could cook, but she was really only average at it. She wasn't really very good at anything. She thought again about her family and wondered to herself who they might have been. Did they still think about her? Did they miss her? Were they still out there wondering what had happened to her? She hated to think that they might be hurting somewhere. And yet, she hated even more to think that they might have forgotten her, as she had forgotten them.
She walked slowly along the path, looking at the gravestones of those who had died. These people were missed. Some of them had flowers on the graves, or letters, or teddy bears. Did her family think she was dead? Was there a grave out there with her name on it? Skye couldn't even remember her real name. But the name Skye suited her well.
After a while, she reached a far corner of the cemetary, and she saw someone walking directly toward her. She stopped in her tracks, feeling a pang of fear...
She walked slowly along the path, looking at the gravestones of those who had died. These people were missed. Some of them had flowers on the graves, or letters, or teddy bears. Did her family think she was dead? Was there a grave out there with her name on it? Skye couldn't even remember her real name. But the name Skye suited her well.
After a while, she reached a far corner of the cemetary, and she saw someone walking directly toward her. She stopped in her tracks, feeling a pang of fear...
