Contra

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How do you know if you're having a panic attack? Is it the tightness in your chest, or the hyperventilating that I was doing? Maybe it was the fact that everything in my body was screaming and the little people working up there in my brain were in deacon one.

The moment I woke up it was instant panic. I thought I was still in my apartment face planted in the sofa, but my sofa didn't feel like a cloud and half my body was usually on the floor. So waking up in the same grim as my dream had me thinking that my nightmare wasn't in my head,it was real life.

That meant that every ogre, every wolf man was real. In fact, the moment I looked out my window I saw a man turn into a wolf and run into the forest. Hence, the panic attack.

Movies in real life sounds like a good theory but in all reality it's not as cool. Actually it's quite terrifying.

Gripping the roots of my hair and pacing back and forth had become my go to, to stop the weird breathing and the tightness. Though my face was pink and I was mumbling nonsense, it seemed to be helping me.

Alright, alright. Chill, that's what I need to do. Based on that movie, if a stupid expressionless girl can accept this then I sure as hell can. Just as long as the pregnancy doesn't happen or the whole vampire government doesn't come after me. Now if I'm lucky they will let me go back to human world and wipe my mind. If I'm not so lucky then I'll have to stay and be feed to the ogres. And if I got the jackpot then I'll marry one of these weirdo and have their inhuman baby.

Okay, I'd rather have the mind sweep.

The door opens making me stop mid stride and turn to the door. Determined man that slammed my head against the rock, walked in holding a tray. A sandwich, a glass of water and a bottle of Advil, how nice. He places it on a small table at the end of the bed I had woken up on.

He looks at me waving to the chair in front of the table as if telling me to plant my rear now. He sees me hesitate and sighs before revealing a small first aid kit that he had also brought along with him.

"I'd like to tend to your wounds before Mason has a mental break down when he returns. If you could please." he gives me another pointed look before I sigh and make my way over to the chair.

My head has been hurting since I got up and it wasn't only because of the rock. Thoughts clouded my head making a thick migraine start to formulate. I wanted answers and based on the fact that I wasn't dead yet I sure as hell deserved them. I almost got eaten by ogres for crying out loud.

With gentle fingers he moves around my tangled mess of curls to find the wound and clean it. It relaxed me enough to reach over and take the sandwich in my hands and munch into it. If it was drugged then I'll face death willingly because this sandwich was like a steak to me, every bite was heaven. Maybe it was the soft feeling of him messing around cleaning my wound or the sandwich soothing my grumpy stomach or even the drugs they might have put in the food, but I was on cloud nine of relaxation.

I close my eyes and lean back into his touch, "So, what are your plans with me? Kill me, eat me, or beat me? Although I'm not a fan of beatings, spanking however is permitted."

His fingers stop a minute before they continue patching me up. "How does a human find their way into Contra?"

I shrug, "Your guess is better than mine."

"Meaning?"

"Look all I know is that I woke up in fog and now I'm here."

He's silent for a awhile as he finishes up my bandage. Pats my shoulder and I give him a small thank you before he leaves. Sipping on my water I think of how I wish he had brought more sandwiches. Then I think of how I wish he'd answer more of my questions. But, mainly about the sandwiches.