(Sorry it took so long, yesterday was a LONG day.)
Skye couldn't fall asleep. She pulled a journal out from the bag she had been carrying. This journal was used to store anything she considered making an article about, and write down the events of her day since she didn't have a friend to share with. With a glance at Mark who appeared to be asleep she began to write:
This morning my friend and I traveled outside the city to see were the forest had once been. I brought my camera in hope of capturing a few pictures for the article I wanted to write. Seeing what little remained of the forest saddened me. The stumps and bare field all reminded me of the one place I would run to to find comfort. Whenever the orphanage gave me to another foster home I would runaway and hide here for as long as I could until the police would find me. But I tried to stay strong for my friend, who seemed as sad as I was at this devastating event. Somehow we became separated as I was taking pictures. I stumbled upon a boy. He didn’t know that I was there until I gasped in amazement at what I saw next. This boy transformed into a wolf. I was frozen in shock, therefore he was able to catch me. Now I am here, trapped in this cave that he calls his home. He is kind to me, and gentle. But every time that I think I can trust him I remember the moment that he threw me against the ground, growling, and threatening me. These memories continue to haunt me. I managed to save my father’s camera from being thrown in the water, and am now promised to belong to him for the rest of my life. I catch myself wondering if it was worth it, but I do not know how I would live without. Even though my father had given it to me when I was very small, I knew how much it meant to him. It was the one thing I was able to save when they auctioned off the house, and the only memory I can remember of my father. My feelings have been very conflicted these last few hours, though the boy says he has no other choice but to keep me here I can’t help but think he could have talked to me, I would have listened, rather then him frightening me as he did. Perhaps I could tell him that if he would let me go I would keep his kind a secret, but I would never be able to. If I wrote about this in an article he would be hunted, I think I would feel somewhat bad, though he did assault me, and kidnap me. I am so scared, will I stay here as a prisoner for the rest of my life like he said?
Skye, weary after the long day, fell asleep with her book open before she had finished.
"No, you didn't. You didn't sound stupid at all. Unlike me you shared your feelings, though I keep my thoughts of your beauty a secret." He grinned slyly.
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