Freya’s P.O.V

I traced the paw prints on the wet sand, tiny little ones followed by larger ones. The larger ones were just as big as my own foot prints.

The winds from the sea shore blew my long hair back from my face; I knew they would be hell to untangle, but I wanted to let my hair down for once and feel the wind blowing through them, making me feel free.

This took me back to ages ago, when I had once been a tormented teenager, lost and confused; wanting nothing more than to end my life ...