Belonging_Short_Story

I live under the roof of a wolves den. There are two wolves in my house. One is my mother and another is my father. They were like two ferocious wolves after the one animal, fighting, fighting over the one bone, day after day. I felt like I didn’t belong to them. It felt like I was in a different world to them and they really didn’t care for me. I felt very much like an outcast. Every day that a lived was like a story out of hell. An absolute nightmare. Home is a place where you could run to when you’re in trouble. It just leads me too more trouble. I started calling home, the den. The den was once a peaceful and beautiful place to eat, breathe and sleep but now it’s turned into a torturous place much like hell. At times of misery I would take camp into my room. The four white walls of my bedroom and my study desk acted as a barrier from the outside world. When my parents fought, they often fought with tears and blood. To block out the horror I would try relaxing techniques such as yoga to calm myself down. But the most effective technique was holding my cross and crying myself to sleep. I would still have nightmares but it was the most effective way of putting me to sleep. I would walk into school and spend recess and lunch by myself. I was in awe about how all the kids looked like the belonged to the school and they belonged to a group of some sort. I was in awe but I felt like I didn’t belong. I would walk into the library because it’s the only place where I felt safe. I was in awe of books written by Isaac Asimov and Marcus Aurelius which I admired greatly. One quote stood out in my mind greatly by Isaac Asimov. This quote reads “Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. This quote has stuck with me because I came to the realization that he is correct in every way. “My transition was bleak”. As I went through the school year I met an interesting person by the name of Cathy. Cathy was the same age as me and nearly the same height, we had so much in common. I would lean on her in times of need when my parents are fighting. I would also go to her when I need a laugh. She is a very likeable girl with a great sense of humour which I enjoyed greatly. Her calming voice and reassurance would make me feel comfortable and her presence alone was enough of a distraction from the other problems in my life. We became very close, and started to spend a number of hours together each day. She would sit in the available seat next to me and recess and lunch during class. We took long walks talking about rambling about life in general. This was another way of relaxing and forgetting about home life. As the days got colder as winter approached, people started approaching me. They would say ‘are you ok’, followed by the question of ‘who is your friend’' I would say back to them ‘oh it’s only Cathy’. In reply, they would say ‘I don’t see her’. At that point, they would walk away with a puzzled look on their face. Cathy always replied to everyone who approached me. Her radiant presence filled me with awe as she introduced herself to others. I did not care about anyone else’s point of view. I had found the real treasure and I would not let anyone take it away from me. One day I decided to make my feelings heard and felt to the world One day I decided to put my feelings to actions. The air was sweet and inviting and I felt human. After class, I sat with Cassandra in the school hall and explained my true intentions. As I explained my feeling to her, she smiled and kept precise eye contact with me. When I was finished, she stared at me dead straight in the eyes and exclaimed ‘anything for you my love; Our faces came together and I made contact with her lips. It was a long moment in time that made my heart race. As our lips detected the whole hall laughed with a frenzy of laughter. Their laughter filled me with a sense complete rage. As I calmed myself down, I stood up on our table and addressed the entire hall. ‘What do you all find so comical about me’' ‘Yes I do have a friend, and what do you care ignorant fools’ In that, instant the principal escorted me to his office and shut the door. Inside I found my parents with distressed looks on their faces. Cathy stood in the corner of the office confused by the situation. As the headmaster shut the brown door, a well-dressed man in a suit walked in. The principal sat down and explained to my parents and myself that my teachers have been noticing me conveying bizarre behaviour on numerous occasions. My parents then explained their side of the situation and elaborated on a number of points. Dr Phillips then remarked where is Cathy now’. I pointed to the corner of the office ‘She is over there sir’. As she smiled back at me a tingle of nervousness spread throughout my whole body. Later that day I was sent to a hospital. Inside the hospital, I was ushered into a vacant room. The room had only one small rectangular window with vertical bars. As I accustomed myself to my surroundings, I consolidated my feelings to Cathy. As I peered up to make eye contact with her, I saw that she was bleeding profusely. My body came into a frantic state of panic as I tried to stop the bleeding. It was at that point that the door flew open. A nurse stood down upon me as she called out ‘code red, Cathy is bleeding’! Source: My head