Reminiscence

Chapter 8

These emotions plowed my mind tampering with conflicting emotions on whether or not I should aid him; hindering me from separating the reality of  my thoughts to what the wolf was conceiving. Yet a deeper part of his mind was a maniac subconscious craving blood.

Pain.

 Hunger.  

That last thought brought me straight back to the present, but suddenly there was a cut of connection. A rubber band snapping back against my head, a string slashed instantly tied to an axâ these sensations were rendering me a little woozy. However, there was a good position to the dizziness, my mind was empty and blank, the influx of the chestnut wolf 's emotions  disappeared;

Hmmm.... what's happened? How long was I out?

Though there was this sense of darkness enveloping me; I felt an eerie standstill upon me.   Something was wrong. There was a silence of birds, no sounds of chirping or growling or any whisper of the winds. There was an abstinence of sound.   I felt something moving beside me, the prickly familiar feeling across my cheeks. I slowly opened my eyes and  glimpsed at the scene in front of me, and I couldnât believe my eyes for two reasons.   

One.

I was once again sitting upright against a tree trunk, my back against the rough bark of the tree yet this time someoneâs arms were wrapped around me rocking me back and forth . I twisted my head to the side, my head whipped across the face of my savior.

"Ouch bella, you have got to cut your hair," I pushed my hair away to come face to face with my father. I slightly blushed and smiled sheepishly in silent response ."My bad, oops" My father smiled yet his eyes held something other than happiness. And it wasn't joy or concern , but the moment dissipated when my father swished his head to look his right.

Two. Right across from me laid the chestnut wolf, his throat ripped out and blood threaded through his dirty, mud-smeared untamed fur. Looking at the dead wolf  made me want to vomit; I covered my mouth to swallow down. I looked at my father but the scorn in my father' s eyes and the clenched jaw made me want to squirm away.  

I looked at the direction he was looking at, and dead center was the black wolf.

The wolf , dismissing the attention from my father, gazed at me instead. His eyes were firm and strong, yet held a weakness that seemed for me to see only. He whined when I winced at the pain throbbing in my shoulder.   My father also stopped in his one sided staring contest to look at me. when he saw how I clutched my shoulder, a glint of understanding showed.

In one heaving moment I was in his arms, bridal style, with his hand clasping my shoulder in a grip to stop the bleeding that seemed to have occurred . And for the last time, I hope, I fainted . 

Run!

           I walked into an open darkness surrounding me, enveloping me into its arms. Barefooted, my cold feet felt numb of sensations   as I ventured further, pulled by an invisible thread.   As if like pulling on a curtain, a door opened to a white canvas.

Run away from him! Come with me!

Who was that ? Who do I run from? Tell me!  

I felt an ominous presence as if a foreboding sense of danger awakened in my stomach warning me.  The rancid smell was invigorating my body to push its limits.   My feet skittered quickly in the direction of the door. That voice seemed so familiar. 

 Why? As I clumsily entered through the gap, in a split second I turned around to see the gap closing, and suddenly a claw reached out from the closing gap. I jumped back a few steps, but not before a vicious slash came onto my upper arm, leaving bloody marks.  I screamed in agony as a burning billowed through my body, I clutched my upper arm with my left hand to stop the bleeding swiping some sweat off my forehead with my free hand, I glanced up to see a pair of  vomit green eyes glaring at me.