To Whom It May Concern;

I remember that it was a strange night. I crouched behind a bush, having seen their shadows around the bend in the pale moonlight. My plan made perfect sense, and a smile peeled across my lips as I saw them approach. In retrospect I don’t know what drove me to do it.

Two boys and a dog slowly walked on the path before me, not realizing my presence. I could hear one of them complaining profusely to the other, obviously uncomfortable with the situation and wanting to press on. As if the other never heard him, the Silent One (we’ll call him that for this letter, as I never learned his name) stopped, removed his yellow backpack and set it down. Opening the top, he rummaged through the contents, knocking out a few things here and there as he did so. His nervous friend sighed in defeat, and continued to mumble under his breath as he waited for his patron.

I saw the reflection of the ATM card lying on the ground in the moonlight, calling to me. I had to have it. This was my chance. Darting out from my hiding spot behind the bush, I went straight for the card. In a flash I had it in my clutch, darting past a swinging bat the Silent One seemed to produce out of nowhere.

As I took off from the scene, I was struck with a moment of cockiness and turned back to grin at my pursuers in spite. At almost that same moment I was brought to the ground by a heavy, hairy mass of muscle. I forgot about the dog!

Struggling to get up, the weight on me just pressed harder. I felt the moonlight disappear from my face as the Silent One moved in, towering over me. The last I remember of that night was twisting to peer up into his face, watching him bring the cracked baseball bat down on me in a dramatic “THUD!”.

I woke up to bright lights and people in white smocks around me. My head ached, and I looked down to see that my leg was in a cast. I soon realized that my shoulder and head were both wrapped as well, and the details of that strange night began to bleed back into my mind. Why did I do it? Why did it seem like the only right thing to do? All I know is I owe it to that boy for knocking some sense back into me.

He made me TAME.



~The EX-Spiteful Crow