The Last White Wolf

For days, Mercedes was on foot trying to put distance between her and her old town. Every minute and every second counted. She wondered if anyone found out about what happened a few nights ago. If anyone came upon the horrendous scene, that would scar the town for good. She knew that they would look for her for questioning, but she did not want to be found. Confusion still swarmed her mind and she did not even know what the hell happened that night. Just that she was fighting for her life as two men were dragging her out of the house. Nothing after that.

It was cold, and she was trying her best to keep warm. Her feet were already numb from walking without resting for a long time, but she could afford to take a rest. Not now. Time was of the essence. The problem was that she had nowhere to go and no one in her life. All her life she just had those awful people who supposedly gave her life. They hated her, and they made her feel their hatred every day of her life with them. The scars on her body were evidence of that.

Come to think of it, it was their fault that she was in this predicament today. Had it not been for them and their uncontrollable gambling problem, there wouldn't be a need for them to sell her to pay off their debt. Deep down she was relieved that one nightmare had ended. Their reign of terror over her was over. Even though the scene she woke up in still haunts her and keeps her awake.

Never in her life did she think she would be surrounded by death or gaze into lifeless eyes. She shuddered from that more than the cold night. She could not help but keep looking behind to see if anyone was following her. Because of the cold, she was able to cover herself up more than enough without looking suspicious to the onlookers. Only her wild green eyes were left visible.

She hoped that she would find someplace where no one knows her and she could settle down and forget the horrifying crappy past and erase it. If she was not yet wanted by the police.

One thing bothered her. Who would be so heartless to kill those four people? And why did they leave her? Why didn't they kill her like the others? If that person was found, it would be her only salvation from being the suspect of murder. With fingers crossed, she hopes they nab the person before her life spirals out of control.

After walking for almost the whole day, she spotted a roadside. It was in a deserted area and not many people were around. The perfect place for her to rest and get something in her into her stomach. Looking cautiously around, she crossed the street and entered the dinner. The bells chimed at the door, indicating her arrival. A few people in the room looked at her, and she made sure not to look anyone in the eyes.

She walked over to the empty booth in the far corner of the small diner. It was warm inside, and she started getting hot underneath all those clothes covering her up. But she was not going to risk it by removing them and exposing herself to these people. She had not heard the news so she was not sure about the status quo.

Soon enough, a waiter stood in front of her ready to take her order. She knew she could not afford to take a look at the menu because she probably couldn't afford anything there.

" Good evening mam. "What can I get you," the waiter asked with a bored expression and chewing gum loudly. It was a rude thing, but she was used to it. Mercedes never knew anyone who genuinely respected her or showed her some respect. All the people she knew looked down on her, or maybe she was simply undeserving of anything. Not good parents, a good home, a good upbringing, or a good life. She was a magnet for trouble.

" Uh...I'll have the cheapest thing on your menu, please." The waiter gave her a look before walking away. It was a judgmental look, but she couldn't care less. As soon as she eats and gets a move on, the better it will be for her. The waiter was back with a sandwich and dropped it on the table and left without a word. Mercedes stared at the table where the sandwich was dropped. There was no plate, it was just the bread with cheese, lettuce, and a slice of tomato.

She removed the gloves on her fingers and wiggled them a bit to bring back the feeling. She clenched them so much that they were cramping and sore. After the mini-finger exercise, she picked up the bread and turned herself slightly so she could pull down the scarf on her face. She eagerly munched down on the sandwich until it was all gone. That would be enough to keep her up until she gets somewhere.