• I was again weak to the world. I felt each second of life tick past me, like bullets whizzing past my head, or the dull throb of blood behind a new bruise. I felt fury in my soul. I am always angry at everyone, all the time...I became cold, numb. A crude husk of my former self. I found that each time my paws sank into the grass, my raw hatred burnt and obliterated the blades, and my sorrow froze it over. I finally reached the edge of the cliff. My fur swayed in the warm breeze, helping to delude my vicious trembling. It...felt so odd. Being...betrayed? Was that the word? I wasn't oblivious to pain like this-I'd been taunted the full course of my life. From dressing like a boy, to having passion for art and writing..i'd never belonged. I was like a child. Unable to not trust people unless given a solid reason not to. I was a naive fool.
    I had never grown close to someone..and have them choose the one inflicting wounds over the one licking them. One more hit and I wouldn't survive. I became furious... almost constantly. I felt a dull ache in my bosom, like a pestering scab refusing to heal. I now found great difficulty trusting even those I held dearly now. My heart became iced over; impenetrable. I not only attempted to deflect all the pain but was forced to also lock in what remained...But, I was unable to feel complete hatred. The ice would melt, and form fault lines where more agony promptly entered. This still continued...When would I LEARN?
    I glanced at the sight before me. I stood on a giant rock, one of many creating the left side of a waterfall. It was like a frame straight out of Planet Earth. My left eye was blood red, with all my fury, the right was blue, my sorrow. my forepaws were cloaked in sleeves of a similiar blood red, my ear and tail tips, and my hindpaws were silver. The rest of my fur was black, with little flecks of grey, and tinges of a color just a few shades off black-hardly noticeable- on my hackles and throat. I appeared the monster I now was.
    Why even have friends? Allow yourself to trust, and depend...to leave yourself fully vulnerable, naive...and you get HURT...you become an empty shell with whatever purpose is left in you rattling around like the inside of a bell...you become a volatile, insolent, broken...you...become...nothing.