Her face paled at his admission. And for the second time, she bolted and ran away from him as far as she can. "Oh my god. Oh my god." She said shaking.
He watched her run off and sighed.
He would never find someone that would stick with him and be his friend like this.
Everybody always got scared, he hadn't tasted human blood since he was 6.. He was clean, he wasn't going to hurt anyone.
He felt this overwhelming sadness..
Life was not going to get better for freaks like him.
Paula dared to look back and saw him looking at her with lonely eyes. She stopped running and for some reason, she found herself standing in front of him. Just looking at him.
He looked at her and tried to hold it together.
He remained quiet and tried to figure out what she was thinking.
After all, she came back for no apparent reason.
He looked at her and opened his backpack, he pulled out a hoodie and covered her, then he pulled out a sweater, he fumbled it up and put it underneath her head.
He smiled and sat back against the wall.
She was walking in a forest. I wonder how I got out, she asked herself. Then she heard a growl, and when she looked up, there's a three headed dog looking at her. She jolted awake.