Behind Silver Eyes

Chapter 4 - I

I walk through the school doors and make my way to my locker. Just like any other day the halls slowly start filling up with the students arriving at school. I open my locker and sift through the books in it, taking out the ones I'm going to need for the morning. Strange, Chloe and Theo still haven't arrived, maybe they just ran into some traffic this morning I shouldn't worry just yet.

I pull out my last book and all of a sudden I realize it's quiet, too quiet for a normal morning. No tired voices of students who wished they had a couple more hours of sleep, no locker doors opening and closing, no sound of shoes going up and down the halls, nothing. Absolute silence.

Clutching my books tight to my chest, I turn around. I was alone, everyone in the school had suddenly disappeared. I start walking towards the exit and I hear movement behind me. Scared to look back, but even more scared not too, I take a peak over my shoulder as I continue to walk. A dark shape darts across the hall and my heart starts racing in my chest, my breathing becomes erratic and I struggle to stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. The last thing I need right now is to not be able to see where I'm going.

I quicken my pace as I turn a corner to another hall. I drop my books and start running as fast as I can. I navigate my way through the school not really paying attention to where I'm going. I can still hear something running behind me and I push myself to go faster. I've never been much of a runner and I can feel my strength diminishing. I won't be able to keep this up for much longer. Realizing where I am, I sprint through the cafeteria into the bathroom on the opposite side. I wait, hoping, praying that whatever that was didn't see me run in here.

After a few minutes with no sign of anything I open the door and peak out. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary I walk out of the bathroom very slowly, trying not to make any noise. I cross the cafeteria and walk to the hall that leads to the exit. Finally, with the school door in sight I start running again, eager to get out and away from here. Grabbing the handle, I pull the door open only to find myself in front of it. The wolf.

I take a step back, then two, then three and it mimics my movements, walking towards me at the same pace. I never break eye contact, never look away, not even to see where I'm going. I know it's a dream but the fear and adrenaline coursing through my veins feels real.

I keep slowly walking back, making sure not to make any sudden movements, that seems to be helping. I back up into a locker and freeze. It's just a dream, it's just a dream, just a dream. This mantra echoes in my head as the wolf comes closer and closer to me. He stops, his nose mere inches from mine, and stares at me. The only sound heard was me panting, my chest rising and falling at an Olympic speed as I stare into his eyes. After a few seconds of this the wolf leans closer to me and I close my eyes, and try to lean back further as I turn my head. I wait, nothing... I open one eye and see someone walking away from me. He turns around and I suck in a breath, Aaron, his grey eyes scan my face for a second then he leaves the building.

Holly fucking shit... What was that? I sit up in my bed turning the light on. I'm very confused about this dream. I grab my phone and look up what it means to dream about wolves chasing you, there has to be a meaning behind these dreams, my subconscious telling me something, and why did I see Aaron at the end? I press on the first link and read through the page. Okay... Seems to be something about not being genuine with myself and others and the wolf chasing me is representing stress in my waking life. I guess it could have to do with moving again, it is pretty stressful to leave everything behind and start again, I've just never had this reaction to it before.

Whatever... I decide to get up and get ready, it's only an hour before my wake up time and I know I'm not going back to sleep. A shower and a coffee, that's what I need. With the first one out of the way and feeling more relaxed I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. I go through the automatic motions of making my cup of coffee. Turning on the kettle, grabbing the cup, the coffee and the spoon. Closing the drawer with my hip, pouring the hot water in the cup and, finally, taking the first sip. It's almost a ritual, one that must be completed every morning, without fail.