The Winds of Change

Dreaming

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My paws were pounding on the forest floor. My breath ragged in my chest, burning my lungs. My heart was hammering in my chest; repetitive, deafening, and droning. Like the beat of a hummingbird wings, fluttering. I perked my ears up trying to use my keen senses to locate my pursuers but I couldn’t hear anything but my blood rushing in my ears and my heart beating on like a war drum. I could hear absolutely nothing.

I turned my head to find my attackers and to my surprise, they were smiling. Then I realized that my paws were no longer in contact with the foliage but running on empty air. I fell into a pit that was obviously dug for me. I growled at my captors as they approached.

I was winded, bruised and dazed but I wasn't done fighting I was never done fighting. My captors looked down at me smirking and leering in contempt and deep hatred. Why what had I done to them? However, one of them, the youngest, his image was branded in my brain, permanently and always burning in my memory.

He had shaggy black hair that just brushed his brow which was situated overcast pair of dark grey eyes. He was different, he wasn't smiling, and he actually looked worried; in fact, he had a deep frown on his face. He didn't think this was right.

I stopped analyzing the grey eyed boy when a large man with blonde hair and pale blue eyes walked up carrying a heavy looking blanket; he unfolded it and threw in on top of me. I took it in my mouth trying to pull it off me but I realized it didn't feel or taste right.

It was wet and it taste bitter and foul I worked harder but I became weaker and weaker my head was spinning and I thought why is this happening to me, what did I do. Before I gave into the darkness, I stopped fighting and thought ‘I have failed my tribe. I'm sorry father for I have failed you most of all.’

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I sat straight up in bed. Breathing heavy coated in sheen of sweet and tangled in my black covers. I have had this dream every night for the past seven years since my dad died, which was years ago on my ninth birthday. I turn 16 tomorrow and I want this birthday to be different, I want it to matter, I want things to change.

I got up and stumbled to my dresser because my legs still refused to work properly. Looking in my mirror, I found that my once clean, straight black hair was now the equivalent to a two foot long rat’s nest. I sighed, I guessed I wasn’t gonna get to school early after all.

I looked at the rest of my face, my normally cream skin was now a pale white and my once sparkling green eyes were dull, lifeless and sleep deprived. I had dark circles under my eyes that could barely be hidden under several layers of make-up.

 The dream has been getting worse for the past week and a half. I walked to my small bathroom; the mint green walls much too bright for my current mood. I started my water and put it on the coldest setting, after stripping out of my pajamas I jumped into the freezing water clenching my teeth.

This is the only thing that has been able to anchor me to this world after the dream has ended. When I was done washing my hair I jumped out of the shower gladly wrapping a fresh fluffy towel around my shivering form, long black hair now reaching below my waist.

I walked back into my room and opened my closet I looked outside my window to see what the weather was like. Expecting the brown and oranges of mid fall and I was surprised to see a blanket of white. Wait what. Snow in North Carolina, during November what is up with that? Oh well, I turned on my heel and went to the drop down staircase that led to the attic.