Alone, forever

Moria sat on the mountain cliff, she had become a introvert recently, she kept to herself. No longer wanting to be happy, she sat at the edge of the cliff. She looked at the rocks below, her face solumn she wanted to end the pain. But felt if she died she'd only hurt those she wished to be able to help. She had been alone for months, time had passed she was getting older and she knew she'd soon have to figure out what to do. She felt numb inside, she wanted to feel alive. She felt a tear drop down her cheek.

Her eyes looked at the gray sky, "Why is it I always feel so.. alone..." Rain poured down from the sky the girl now getting wet. She sat there, not running just sitting letting the rain slowly drench her.

Her eyes noticed a wolf, she lowered her head. She was part werewolf because of the person she wanted to help. But yet there was no way she could help him. She hadn't seen or heard from him in a while she figured he hated her for trying to help him. She raised her head fighting the want to cry, she looked at the wolf. She found it reminded her even more of him, she didn't realize that it was in fact him. She had cared so much for him as a friend, and now the girl was alone as usual.

She saw this and her eyes widened, she in shock slipped she felt herself falling. The cliff was steep and long, her hands caught a rock. She felt tears come down her cheeks blended with raindrops, maybe this was how she was supposed to die. Maybe she was supposed to die tormented, she closed her eyes waiting for her hand to slip and her to plunge to her death. At least then the hurt would be over a voice said in the back of her mind.

She lowered her head, why her? Tears fell down her cheeks, she was a failure, she wasn't worth living. But he always saved her, for some reason she didn't understand. She felt his fangs pulling her back up, she didn't know why she seemed to never be able to die when she wanted to. She wanted to die, but now she was part werewolf it was even harder. She was saved again by her maker, Sonlath had made her part werewolf from the time she was ill. She wanted to feel like she belonged, but she didn't or at least from the view she saw the world.

She looked at him, her eyes looking at his. The girl sighed, her head lowered, he probably hated her by now. She didn't respond to his question, she didn't want to make him angry. She knew he probably didn't care for her other than keeping her alive since he didn't want to see someone die. She remembered how he left her in the care of Kera, he didn't stay with her. She sighed, she figured it was like with her family. Her family didn't want her to die, but cared nothing for her. Tears and raindrops glistened on her cheeks, she stood next to him, the girl's eyes dropped back to the ground. She couldn't explain, she felt so alone.