Wild Thing

No matter how far she ventured from this farm she would always be the monster created within its walls of timber and shame. They would see what she really was. She was a murderer, a psychopath and a victim. She was all three of those things. Time flashed by and in an instant, she heard a familiar voice and it caused her to open her eyes. She sat upright and noticed Grey sitting against the wall. He was watching her. He had obviously been waiting for her to awaken. Grey whispered, "You saved me." "I couldn't let them take you," Lexy replied. He teased, "That was a whole sentence; I think you might have been holding out on me." She sensed the relief in his voice as she explained, "I didn't have a reason to say a word, for a long time. I was just working my way up to it. I was also a little afraid everything would come out wrong." Grey said, "Thank you for coming to help me. I know you didn't have to."What a silly boy Grey was with his intoxicating accent and unknowing words. She knew he was going to drag her out of the emotional void she was trapped in. He may save her life. She was depending on him to bring her with him to be a part of this family that he felt so much for. She could see what he would mean to her even through the darkness. Lexy divulged, "Yes, I did." Grey enquired, "Why?" Lexy confessed, "You are my yellow door." She knew it sounded all kinds of crazy. Instead of questioning the meaning of her words he did something unexpected. He held out his hands in the darkness and vowed, "I'll be your yellow door. Whatever you need me to be. I will be that for you." After a dark past, a teenage girl comes back from the dead and becomes a hit-man for a clan of immortals.