Hello! Ash here, this is a weird story, sort of a tiny bit true, but the end stuff isnt at all, and just weird mashing up of fanticy things. >~<
Thank you for your patence!

~Ash

 








I leaned forward, scowling at the clock. Two more hours until science. I sighed, listening to the math teacher drone on about fractions. I was really bad at math, and thinking about him never seemed to help. He was someone that had been in my class since first grade. His name was Hector. His blond hair and sea green eyes enchanted me, his wonderful laugh, adorable laugh…


                “Miss Greenforest!” I started when the teacher yelled my name. “Do you know it?” No. No I didn’t.





Exactly two hours later, I hurriedly entered the smelly science room. There he was. Sitting in front of my seat, a little to the left. I walked over, feeling the same sinking as usual. But I couldn’t help wanting to talk to him. He was talking loudly with friends, laughing, joking. They were all around him, and he was draped over the seat like he hadn’t a care in the world. I remembered 4^th grade, where we were great friends. What happened…?


“Hi Hector.” Smiling at him like I didn’t care. As if.


“Hey Cat! How’s it going?” He turned to me, smiling dazzlingly.


“Good I think. How’s the wolf?” I smirked playfully


“Haha, it’s a good thing I’m a nice wolf, or I’d eat you!” He replied, smiling. He was so great, he was funny, nice…


I flinched, remembering times that were lighter.


“Cat.” I heard the same voice from 4^th grade, it made me think of him then. But that was not the same him from now. He was Hector now, not the Wolfe.


“Yes Hector?” I replied, my voice tensed like a coil, eyes hard as ice and fists clenching behind my back.


“You know... wolfs eat cats!” He laughed, the same laugh from before, but meaner, icy. As if the cold was reaching out to eat him. His friends around him laughed, all at his joke, and I threw my binder off my shoulder, onto my desk. I took a deep breath. I only had to make it to the restroom. The tears knew there place. They would wait. He was sneering at me. I stood up, pulling myself tall as I breezed past him. Stopping by the teacher’s desk, I told her I needed to go to the restroom.


“You kids should go during break. Fine.”


I walked in the controlled manor of my fake self. The self that was always happy, the self that never cried, the self that had never had a crush. That self was evaporating. My true colors were shining through, as they say.


I finally reached the restroom. I broke into a run, and locked myself in a stall, sitting down. I began to cry, the fake me, gone. I could now think my thoughts.


Humans, were vial creatures that were selfish and mean, angry and sad. Why are people sad, why alone? Why hurt, why why?!


Others were sad for themselves, I hurt for mankind. Look at what I mean! I told myself. You’re so selfish, you’re no different. Don’t even begin to think you are! My brown hair fell around me, and I cried more. He didn’t even like me remotely anymore! What happened…?


I put my fake self back on. Exiting the stall, I splashed my face. My blue eyes stared back at me, inquiring. I walked back to class. Science was the same as always when I got back, quietly letting myself back in. No- my fake self.


“Take a seat, please” The science teacher said. I walked to my seat, still thinking of Hector and Wolfe. I wondered where my Wolfe was.





The announcements rang on;


“Please remain calm, level three lockdown. There is an unidentified individual in the building, bottom level.” The science room grew quite. Very quiet.


A gunshot rang out, and I flinched. Crack.


A scream, loud and piercing. Shutter, crack.


We filed to the back room, locking the doors, as if that would help.


Another gunshot. Crack. I was shattering. My fake self was dying.


Someone started crying. Crack.


“The individual has traveled upstairs, brace your selves.” The announcements were calm, quite even. As if we weren’t about to die. I found myself next to Hector, his friends long gone from his sides.


He looked scared, and I realized I must too. I began to shake, and everyone was taking a seat on the floor, quieting down so as not to be found. People were dyeing and we were hiding! Trembling, I felt my fake self die, once and for all. I began to cry, and then I felt Hector’s hand on my arm.


“Cat…Cat, I’m so sorry…” He mumbled, his own face nearly in tears. I leaned into him, burying my face into his chest.


“I-I’m so scared for everyone, what if someone dies, it will be all my fault-“ I cut off crying again. We sat holding each other for the longest time, until I heard a knocking at the door. Eyes, widening, I pulled away from Hector. We sat side by side, and everyone else around us. The door fell in.


The man held a gun, a black hoodie over his face and a black sweat shirt. The man was shaking holding out the gun towards Hector. I shoved Hector, and felt the piercing pain spread like wild fire through me, pain.


“Cat!” I heard Hector screech, his beautiful green eyes flying wide, his blond hair falling, and soft as feathers, to my cheeks. “Cat, no don’t leave me, can I ever repay you for hating you? How? Please whatever you do don’t die, please…” I smiled weakly. The man had left, leaving a book behind. A book? It was soaked in blood, and the man left a trail of ice behind. The book was called “Bloodshot snow.”


“I’m sorry I’m leaving you….Wolfe.” I touched his face and it was all gone.





“Hector! Are you thinking of her again? It was over 5 years ago, get over it.” Katlin scoffed. Her blond hair, brown eyes, they were captivating, but…. He missed Cat.


“I’m sorry, no I’m just lost in thought,” Hector’s voice was deeper then Cat would have remembered, she would have teased him that he was becoming more and more wolf like.


Katlin pulled him forward, and began to kiss him. Hector felt a sense of guilt, and he pulled away.


“Hector! What the crap was that?!” Katlin yelled.


“I’m sorry Katlin. I… I can’t do this.” Hector now felt the full on guilt. His first kiss should have been Cat. But he had met Katlin 3 years ago and needed someone to lean on, to help him push through.


Hector stepped back. “Good bye Katlin, I’m sorry I can’t be with you.”


“Is it her?! She’s always on your thoughts! She’s dead, Hector! DEAD!” Katlin was screaming, and crying, she was an ugly crier. Hector walked away. He was in tears, too, but not for Katlin. Now that he was gone, he saw what she was. Mean.


Hector would never forget Cat.





Hector died in his sixties, he was single and working for a phone company, having graduated college and high school with honors degrees in both. He died peacefully, and the few who remembered that day, that 6^th grade day, rejoiced that he would see his Cat again.