The only thing he wanted was to be far away of that place, he wanted to be alone. His tears going down his face, cold like ice cubes. His legs started to hurt, and in no time, he realized that he was running like an animal. With his hands, the ones he used to use for grab things, on the ground.

His life ruined. Nothing mattered, anything mattered. No one mattered, he knew it. Everyone shattered him, every person he ever met. His family, they shattered him. His chest hurt, he didn't know if was pain of the cold, or pain of how much they hurted him. Or both combined.

People screaming around him, keeping their childs away from him. Men who were with their wives, were throwing things at him, he was a monster in everybody's eyes. The sound of patrols started to sound on his triangular ears, he could sense them, with his only paw, no far away. A group of teens tried to enclose him, but he was smart enough and leaped in an add of a store. He never leaped that high in his life. His short, from happy to broken, life.

At the end of the street he could see the wall that separated the city from the woods. If he just could make it there... he'll be safe there, and not to talk, that far away from the society. The one he wanted to take revenge on, the one that shattered him.

The one that make him look like a monster.

Without looking, a motorbike crashed him, making him and the man who was driving it, fall. His chest hurted a lot more, and felt like slipping away for moments. One moment he was looking at pure black, then he was again in the center of the street. With everyone looking horrified, angry, and laughing at him. He could see the police approaching fastly. And he leaped and started to run. Some men enclosed him.

Rage took control over him, and with his only paw, he stroke two of them in the eyes, with his claws. The other two grabbed the injured ones, and he saw the opportunity to run away. And he did so. He was running more fastly than ever, and in minutes, he reached the wall. He looked that the group of men, now much bigger, were running towards him. He looked up, and did what his instincts told him. He jumped, and started to climb. When he was at the top, he jumped on the other side.

He could still hear the screams of the angry people. He started to walk, with a pain on his chest, into the woods. He looked around, and saw that it was full of oak trees. The oaks were pretty twisted, and sometimes their branches reached his sides, touching his fur, and making him hurt. None of the oaks had leaves, since it was winter. Only a few were there, but they were easily blown by the wind.

As he was getting deep in the woods, pine trees and some alders started to appear. The night was starting to fall, and with it, a cold wind. Without looking, he stepped one paw, and felt that the ground didn't go any further, but did go down. He reacted fastly, and stepped back. A ravine was down him, and at the end, there was a lake.

He came back with the purpose to find a place where to sleep, where the cold couldn't reach him. In the way, he started to feel sad again. Now he would be on his comfortable bed, in his house, with a warm blanket over him. His mother would be kissing him on the forehead and saying "Goodnight, sweetie" to him.

Now there was no bed, no mother, no house, no home. There was no one that would say him goodnight, no one would cover him with a warm blanket. No one would see him as normal again.

He saw a hollow tree on the ground, it was big enough for him, and maybe with some bushes, leaves and feathers, he could get a soft bed, or something close to soft. He was surprised of how fast he thought of that. He started to collect everything he had thought of, and with some work (and thin branches) he did a bed for him, or nest for the case. He put his nest inside the hollow tree, and curled in there. He was pretty good protected from the cold wind, and he was pretty warm and comfort.

He looked up on the hole that had the hollow tree. He could see the sky, and the stars. Everything was quiet, except for the sound of the wind, the branches that were being moved by the wind, and the sound of some owls. He leaned his head on the nest, still looking up with his eyes. The stars shined on him, and were reflected on his blue eyes. Making him look like he had a sky full of stars on his eyes.

Thinking on how fast his life went down, he closed slowly his eyes, and drifted into sleep...