You are crazy if you think that the wolf wont arise once again. The stories our parents told us about were supposed to just be bedtime stories, things for us to carry on. They were never supposed to come true. All of us were supposed to be normal. Not the ones who were feeding the vicious beast that would be let out sooner than anyone in the wprld was ready for.  ForewordI was standing in the middle of the road that day. The rain was hitting me harder than I could imagine; the icey feel of the skys tears was refreshing somehow. I could see the figure standing across the street from me, and they were more than likely going to try and bring me inside. I just stood there, my own tears traveling down my face as they came closer to me. "Why are you outside, its raining!" They yelled over the sound of thunder, hair dripping from the heavy rainfall. "Why do you care? You never want to see me again remember?" I could hear my voice breaking with every word. "I was just upset. You know that. Please come inside." They wouldnt let me stay where my mind was calm. But the plead in their voice was making me want to go inside. "Please, you will get sick." "So will you." "Whats the point of all this?""Ill find my peace, out here in the rain."