Eyes of Gold

Chapter 2

Isaac's POV:

"Isaac!"

I jolt awake and sit up. I look around frantically, expecting to find myself still bleeding on the forest floor. However, I only find myself in my own room. I look over at the door to see my roommate, Nathan standing in the doorway.

"Hey, are you planning on attending classes today?" he says, crossing his arms. I guess one negative of not bleeding out to death in the woods is still having to wake up at 7:00.

"Hey, do you remember me getting home from work last night?" I ask, trying not to sound insane.

"No, sorry I was at the library most of the night and when I got back, you were out like a light."

"Yeah...hectic shift I guess," I say, trying more to convince myself than him.

"Well, you're going to be late to first period so if I were you I'd get a move on." He grabs his bag and leaves, shutting the door behind him.

I slump back down into my bed. Was that just a crazy dream? I definitely don't remember coming home. I only remember going into those stupid woods. My eyes shift over to my desk chair and my jacket is draped over it like it usually is, and it's devoid of blood, mud, or grass stains. I look down at myself and I am wearing the pjs I usually do. Maybe I was just really out of it last night. I slowly get up, expecting the biggest headache of my life but nothing. I grab some boxers and my uniform and walk to the small bathroom connected to me and Nathan's room. When I get in I hurriedly close and lock the door behind me. I throw the clothes I'm holding to the floor and look into the mirror. I slowly lift my head up to examine my neck. The gashes from where the creature held me by my neck are completely gone, like they were never there at all. I touch the soft skin and there's no sign of even a bump. But it all felt so real. I've never had a dream like that.

"Stop acting crazy. Of course, it was just a dream, Isaac." I reassure myself.

I start to undress to hop in the shower. I reach behind the curtain and turn the water on to let it heat up. I turn back to the mirror before I get in, reexamining myself. I look normal. Alive. My black shaved hair looks a little grown out as usual, and dark eye bags accentuate my green eyes. I slowly look down at my unscratched body, content with writing off last night as a weird nightmare. However, something catches my eye that causes my blood to run cold. I look down at my stomach, something I had neglected to do during my inspection. I start to shake as I see a clear and deep outline of teeth on the side of my torso, seemingly already scarred over. I can't bring myself to look away. What happened to me last night?