My Wolf-man

Chapter 3 ~ A Waltz Into Partial-Chaos

We were running, faster than I thought humanly possible. Through the woods and through the forest, just running. I could feel my heart beating, a steady rhythm in my chest, even though I knew it probably should be beating wildly. I could feel the leaves brushing my sides, and smelt the fresh rain that caused tiny water droplets to gather on the leaves of the giant trees that stretched endlessly into the sky. I cast a glance to my left and saw... a wolf with all too familiar crystal blue eyes. The fur on the wolf was swishing in the wind as he too, ran with great speed. It was racing me through the chaos of the forest. There were so many sounds. Too many in fact, that I couldn't pinpoint just one before moving on to hear something else. I looked back in front of me, speeding up, determined to beat him and prove how fast I was. I loved this feeling. Being free. I saw the wolf slow down in my peripheral vision as we ran towards Rockhammers cliff. I didn't slow down though. I growled and ran faster, pouncing off the ledge of the cliff, jumping into the air and feeling the wind cut through my fur, like ice. 

I woke with a start, still feeling the adrenalin pulsing through my veins. I felt stings cover my arms and the feeling of the icy wind cutting into me. 

"What the hell," I muttered, getting up and racing to the bathroom as quick and quiet as I could. I shut the door before flicking the light on, so I didn't wake up Gramps. I saw tiny white scratches from where the skin on my arms had opened slightly. I stared wide eyed at the marks. 

Holy-shit! I've been in bed this whole time! How could.. what caused.. 

 If my heart wasn't beating fast, it's definitely pumping right now. My breaths quickened and I lost the ability to speak when I saw the scratches starting to heal and disappear. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, focusing on the scratches again. But they were gone. 

I looked down at my arm, rubbing my hands up and down to try and see if I wasn't going crazy. There was no evidence, though. I whimpered, falling slightly for the anxiety building up in my chest. I sat down on the toilet, bumping my knees together and holding my face in my hands. I focused on my breathing to guarantee I wasn't going to have an panic attack right there in the bathroom. It must have been a while before I calmed down, because the crickets outside my window had stopped chirping showing signs of the early morning. I eventually calmed myself down enough to think clearly. 

I walked to the dresser and grabbed out a plain white singlet and black running shorts that I usually use when I go running. I grabbed a pair of socks and my shoes and slowly trekked down the stairs, careful not to make any sudden loud squeaks on the old-rickety wood stairs so it would wake Gramps. I grabbed an apple, so it wouldn't make me sick when I started running. 

There were slithers of light peeking over the horizon as I began walking down the road towards Triangle Square. By the time I got there, it was sunrise. The colours that it brought made me stare, fascinated and amazed. It had me captivated, and I didn't know how long I'd been standing there. I knew it was a bad idea, staring straight at the sun now cleared on the horizon because it was burning my retinas, but I was too in-love to care. 

I heard rustling behind me and normally I wouldn't have cared, but this early in the morning made me ready to run in case it was an axe murderer or something. I wouldn't be surprised if there were hobos roaming around the streets this early in the morning. 

I nearly cried out in surprise because I saw a person about the same height as me, in fact a little taller, standing in front of me. Each time I moved my eyes though, all I could see was a big blue patch that spread out, blocking my view of identifying who the person standing in front of me was. 

I was scared they'd jump me or something, or I was going to hit them because I couldn't see. A squeak escaped me, but when the person spoke it made me stop and contemplate backing up and running away from whoever was standing in front of me. Screw curiosity. It's going to get me killed one day. 

"Hi," the person said. 

"Lucy!?" I said, bewildered. 

"Yeah, it's me!" she said. 

"Wait I can't see you."

"Hang on," I saw the outside of her shape walk towards me and gently push me down onto the ground until we were laying side by side. 

"What are you doing up so early?" I asked.

"My family was having a party. I didn't stay for a lot of it. I slept for a bit but woke up early because there was too much noise. How about you?"

"Couldn't sleep." 

We didn't say much after that. We watched the sun rise for a few hours. I wasn't hungry, even though I'd been lying there for a few hours. I don't know about Lucy, but when I looked over at her, her eyes were closed and she had even breathing. She must've fallen asleep.

I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the morning. When I heard the dull hum of a motor, I sat up and stretched and rubbed my eyes. Running in the morning is better than running when it's really sunny because it's cooler and there are less cars. I gently shook Lucy awake. 

"Lucy, wake up," I cooed. She stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She smiled and stretched, standing up. I stood up beside her. 

"Let's go?" 

"Stretch first," I said. After we'd stretched, we took off at a gentle pace and built our stamina later on. We generally on ran for half an hour, around the block a few times. We finished in the square, panting a little. We did some after stretches so our muscles wouldn't hurt, and then said our goodbyes and we walked home. 

I don't know how she got here, I'm guessing by car because Mosman-Rose, the rich posh estate we drove though when we went to school was where she lived, and it was quite a far way from where we were. But of all the places she could have gone, Triangle Square is gorgeous and the best place to watch the sunrise. 

I walked back towards my house, and entered as quiet as I could through the front door. Luckily, Gramps wasn't up and about yet, so I could retreat to my room without a confrontation. I shut the door behind me and practically collapsed on my bed. I lay there for a bit, cooling down before going and having a shower. 

I spent most of the day in my room, reading. I had nothing else to do anyway. I ended up finishing 3 and a half books, before I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Gramps didn't ask for me all day and I was glad because I didn't feel like arguing with him. The last thought I had was of Aiden, and his pristine, crystal blue eyes lit in a smoulder. 

The next day was pretty much the same. I checked over my homework a few times, to pass the time. I drew absentmindedly, and realised I was drawing the eyes in a face that were invading my thoughts. That boy is going to be the death of me.

 I made mac and cheese for dinner, and only popped into Gramps room to put a bowl of it on his bedside table. 

I had a shower and got into my jammies. Brushing my teeth, I stared into the mirror. I wasn't blessed with a goddess appearance, but I wasn't the most ugliest girl in the world. 

I had high cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, and my nose was straight. My eyes were light green, and sometimes in the sun they glowed. I don't know, the lightings weird. I played with a lock of hair that fell to the outside of my face.

I chuffed, realising Aiden popped into my mind. 

"How am I going to get through tomorrow," I partially whined. I have him in practically all of my classes, Geography and Wellness aside. I had PE first tomorrow and I couldn't help but get a little giddy inside thinking of what he would be like. He looked really fit, and as Lucy said, he had muscle, so I'm guessing he's pretty good at everything. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, flicking the light switch on the wall and shutting the bathroom door. 

I went to the door and turned my bedroom light off, walking back to bed and getting under the sheets. I could see the moonlight filter through the window at the end of the bed. It reminded me of something distant, something that I'd seen ages ago... but I couldn't put a finger on it. 

I rolled onto my side and let sleep draw me down.