The Denial

6: Afraid?

~Grace~

That day, after bumping into Tyler, I went to History class.

Mark joined me as I walked into class. Lets make this clear: Mark has every class with me except for Maths.

"Grace, I just made a theory about you," Mark stated.

"What?"

"You're afraid of falling in love."

"Why would you think I'm afraid of love?"

"You're not afraid of love, you're afraid of falling in love."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because...Well, I'll be honest. You're afraid of feeling alone and worthless. You're wise enough to avoid stuff that won't stay."

I felt naked, all of a sudden. He knew.

"What?" My eyes opened wide. "You said it yourself -I'm wise enough to protest against things that won't stay. Specially one of the most strongest emotion; love. Conclusion; I'm not afraid of love," I denied.

"Nevermind," he rolled his eyes.

Mr. Andrews, our History teacher, hushed us.

"No, tell me," I whispered.

"Later," he got rid of me.

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Later on, in the cafeteria, I stopped Mark.

Fortunately, I spotted him sitting alone.

"Tell me," I firmly ordered.

"You never leave a person until you get what you want do you?" He chuckled.

"Tell me," I repeated.

"I'll give an example, Tyler."

My stomach churned at the thought of him, "What about him?" My voice came out cold.

"You don't avoid him because you hate him, you, yourself, once said -looks don't matter. Anyway, you just don't want to be involved in sad, love songs."

Speechless, that's what I was.

"Told you, you should've let what I said forgotten."

"No, like I said before -I'm not afraid, I just don't have the desire," I still denied.

"Don't think so, though. Maybe you aren't afraid, maybe you're just careful to keep your distance from feelings. Specially the most trending feeling; love."

Its confusing, I didn't know what I feel anymore.

Huh, one person can give you a thousand feelings.

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I ditched the rest of the periods claiming I was sick -which I wasn't- and headed back home.

My bed, God, I needed it, it never fails me.

I drifted into a peaceful sleep when my head hit the pillow.

Oh, who am I kidding? It wasn't as peaceful.

Again, dreams haunted me.

I was running in the forest, as a scar tattooed my forehead and stretched to my lips, I wore a beautiful, simple bride's dress, with no accessories, weirdly, just a silver necklace with a wolf carving. The same one that was on Tyler's silver gun, the one in my last dream.

I was breathless, my lungs burning for air, but I kept running, from who?

It took me no time to know the answer; there was a black wolf, coal black fur, red eyes with a wave of hazel in them. I could feel my pulse in my neck.

As the wolf got closer, instead of panicking, I was calm. No fear, not even a pinch.

"Its you," I whispered. "It's always been you."

I woke up, like last time; Sweat beaded my forehead, I was breathless.

Its who? Who was I talking to?

It has to mean something, me dreaming about the wolves.

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A/N

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