Run!

the dogs

I sat in the back of an abandoned alleyway on a broken bench. Junk littered the floor as dust crawled up the walls. Although it was nighttime, the streets were lit by old street lamps that gave off a calming glow. I watched the moths battle over them, I know them all by name. I know what would happen next. Without looking I know what the five year old comics at my feet held. Without opening my eyes I know all the graffiti on the walls by heart. I know how long I'dd be here until they came. I know how thick the moss on the wall was without a glance. I know the temperature even if I was dead. I know all the stars you could see without knowing whether night or day. I know how many cracks in the wall there where with out counting. I know everything but which one. Which one would come today.
        A growl sounded from the opening of the alleyway. I know what pitch it is even with out hearing it. I know that there are hideous hounds creeping their heads around the corner. I know Their names, I know how I will die to the barks and the growls and the blood on my face. I know it all but still I must endure the pain and the fear of a change. And still I close my eyes.

        
        I wake to the sound of a pancake hitting the pan as the barks resided. It was always the same. All but their calls. From hiss's to tweets I must endure being torn apart by every animal I love.
        Normally I would have my own room, but because of my nightmares I must share with Sanlief Fayne. The nicest person alive. I'm not one to complain. Unfortunatly, since Sanlief is a cook and masters the abilities of controlling people memories I must wake up to pancakes flopping on my face. Again, I'm not one to complain.
        "Morffeflo"
        "What? Sammy! Stop eating all the pancakes!" I yell at her as I through my teddy bear in her face. I've grown so close I've been allowed to call her that. I glance over at the table. Although I'm able to see through a screen between me and the kitchen, you can't see me from there. Gladly.
        "Yo! Petra wake up!" A new voice calls. Ugg, this is why I hate sleeping here.
        "I'm coming!" Jeez, I throw a pillow in the direction of the new voice. Again, I can throw things through, They can't touch me.
I jump out of bed and change out of my light blue PJs into a light, comfy shirt and yoga pants and I hurry out into the wild.

        Okay, not the wild but just the kitchen, in which three other kids are waiting for me so they can eat. Pots and Pans line the yellow walls. As I sit down to a pancake breakfast at the tiny table, Jimmy, a boy with crazy hair passes me juice.
        "No, I wil NOT freeze that for you!" I tell him. Everyone here possesses a magic. Mine can change if somethings hot, cold, liquid, solid and so on. Sanlief can control your thoughts and the scrawny boy with black hair silently eating his food is Never Crow. He can turn into any animal he wants. His name is just a joke. Sanlief's golden hair always cheers me up after looking at Never. Because of my dreams, Never has always been scared of me and I'm always scared of him.
        After we finish that WONDERFUL breakfast I pick up a book from the ground. Its my favourite copy of Peter Pan. As I open it I feel a weird sensation, there are no words there! I yelp cause in their place is just the word: RUN