There was nothing I could do as I stood there at the edge of the trees. The twitching was back, and it was worse than ever. I don't remember what exactly caused it, but I do know that whenever I got this urge, the skin on my back and cheeks would pulse for awhile before they started to twitch uncontrollably. It wasn't bad at first. Not that I thought anyways. It was only a month ago that it started up, or was it two months...? I couldn't remember exactly. My sense of time has all been lost. My days blend together now.

I was longingly watching the field that spread before me. I desperately wanted to go running out in a field again. It has been too long. All I wanted now was for the twitching and the pain to stop do I could go out in the light and roll around in the partially dried up grass, letting broken pieces get stuck in my hair, and smell the crisp air. I could smell it from here, but it wasn't the same. It smelled like damp dirt over here because nothing much grew on the forest floor.

Since the trees were always blocking out the light, I could imagine why nothing else grew. As I continued to stare out of the trees, an arrow penetrated itself into the wood, two inches from my left ear. I didn't have to look to know who shot it and why. I quickly ducked and rolled to the side, scurrying off deeper into the woods.

"Damn it! I had a clear shot that time, too...!" I faintly heard the long string of cursing after that since I had run quite the distance from the marksman.

'I need to keep moving. That was the closest one if them has ever gotten to me. I mean, I know I'm not wanted any more, but I don't know why they're trying to kill me...' I thought to myself while sidestepping behind a wider tree. It's lightly shaded bark felt wonderful against my twitching back. Almost like it was scratching an itch I wasn't quite able to reach.

I stood there for what felt like awhile, but I do not know for sure. Even if it was a longer period of time, a few minutes or hours, the marksman was not to be heard anymore, and after I convinced myself that he wasn't there, I crouched down. I had crouched down and rolled back just far enough to plop down onto my hindquarters. That's what you call an animals backside, since, that's all I am now. I am just an animal. I cannot remember how I ended up this way, but I do know that even if I am such a creature, I miss the hell out of my family.

My sweet, sweet, little girl. She was only 3 when I last saw her. How old would she be now? 5? 7? Maybe she would be older than that. I looked down at the ground, and tried to hold in from another night of howling my heart out with tears for my lost daughter. My wife would always tell me to be strong and that nothing could bring the world crashing onto my shoulders because our gem was watching over us. That she would protect us day and night from harm so there was no need to fret over the loss.

I turned around and began to punch the tree behind me as hard as I could, but all it did was make the leaves rustle and ridicule me. When the insults came to an end, it was quiet. Yes, the forest was quiet, but it was never this quiet. I laid down completely on my stomach and slowly peered around the side of the tree. As I expected, there was nothing in sight.

Though I did not have a sense of time, I did have an internal clock that warned me when starlight approached. I may be an animal, but there is always worse things out at night.

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So, yes, this is my first blog and, yes, it is just a quick little story I came up with awhile ago. I've had it sitting on my Kindle for a week or so. I would appreciate feedback if at all possible. Good or bad, I'd like both honestly.