When I looked into his eyes I saw that they weren't the usual deep blue they used to be they now were turning a bloody red color. This is not normal I thought to myself. I turned him sideways and saw two bite marks, he had been bitten but by what? What runs around the state of Maine and makes man act so rabid? When nothing came to mind but vampires which were supposedly a myth but I wasn't so sure anymore. Not after what I have dealt with the last few months. When Charlie began to snarl at me I dropped his shoulder he toppled on to the ground and shook his shoulders. He picked himself off the ground like a wounded wolf would get off the ground. I back up towards his truck as he inches forward towards me growling like an angry wolf. Once Charlie then realizes how hungry he is and lunges for me, of course my response is automatic I scream, turn and open the truck’s driver side's door. I then realize that there is no key as Charlie keeps ramming into the side of the truck I franticly fish around for the keys. When I found them I shoved the key in the ignition, and to my shock I realized that he only had a half a tank full of gas and I probably would need a full tank. Charlie slammed his shoulder against the truck once again breaking me out of my thoughts on how to distract him so I can get gas for the truck, he slams into the side again and I floor the truck. As I am speeding away Charlie picks himself off the ground and begins to dash after me. I turn onto the high way in attempt to get away and also in hope that he wouldn't follow me the old Charlie was terrified of highways. I silently thanked god for the removal of the police on the state highway at the early and late night hours, because nobody in the sleepy town of Green Valley, Maine is out in these early hours. I glanced in the rear- view mirror and saw that he was gaining speed; I turned sharply which turned the vehicle around completely so I was facing him. If I aimed the car towards him and chased him would he turn and run? It is worth a shot I thought, I pressed my foot down a little harder on the peddle hoping that I was correct. Charlie raced towards me trying to get me when.... Everything went black and I woke up and there I was laying in the hospital bed with Charlie and my Dad at my side.
"What happened?" I asked. All I remember was being chased by Charlie I think.
"You fell down the hill and hit your head. I thought you were fine at first but then you started to run away from me and screaming every time I got near you. When you tried to hit me with the truck I called 911." Charlie said. So it was all my imagination I sighed a sigh of relief. I looked over at Charlie and saw they were the deep blue they always were and hoped they would stay that way.
"Can I go now I feel fine?" I asked the nurse who was standing near the door. She shrugged her shoulders and told us she would go find the doctor and ask him if it was alright if I left.
"Honey are you sure you are alright?" my father asked getting up from his chair that he had been sitting in.
"Yes I am sure. Charlie?" I said turning to face him, "How did I fall exactly?"
"Well... We were goofing off and you tripped. You weren't close to the edge of the hill so I wasn't worried when you started to complain your head hurt I thought nothing of it. But when you started to walk towards the edge and you said your vision wasn't clear I began to worry. Really worry when you fell I was afraid you died!" He said holding my hand.
"Really? That's it?" I asked feeling as if something was missing from his story.
"Tell her boy she will find out soon enough." my father said.
"Okay fine. You can move your hand right? Well of course you can. Feel the bump right above your eye? Well when you hit your head it affected your vision big time. You told me that my eyes were turning different colors and I knew that wasn’t possible so I think that when you were walking off the edge of the hill it might have been an attempt of suicide but I am not sure" Charlie said placing his forehead on to my hand. I was in shock what force could possibly make me want to attempt suicide? I have never been the suicidal type, never! What could it have been? While I was pondering on what it could have been the door opened to my room and the doctor came in with the nurse at his heels.
