My mind was fogging as I kept walking. My vision was blurring, my thoughts were slurring together, and I was turning into a wolf. I just wanted to eat like three banana splits and then collapse. Nothing seemed real anymore. I want to wake up. Wake up back at home in my warm bed. I know I'm not dreaming. My arm is throbbing from all the times I have pinched myself. Deep down I know this is real. I'm avoiding digging that deep inside of myself just yet. How far was my grandmas house? I didn't think it would be that far. I groaned. It came out louder then I expected, surprising me a little. I looked down at my hands. My hands were turning furry and my nails were longer. Like claws. Ew. I didn't want to be a disgusting wolf.
"I'm going to huff, and puff, and blow your house down, Grandma." And this is where I lost my mind. Talking to myself. Really? "When I find it." I started singing. Trying to take my mind away from my morphing body.
There was a rustle in the forest leaves beside me. I froze. Was the wolf back? "Hello?" I said, my voice coming out like a terrified whisper. No response. I cleared my throat. "Who is there?" My voice was a lot louder that time. I sounded so much more confident then I really was. The forest fell silent, expect for a faint rustling, made by the wind weaving through the leaves. "Show yourself." I demanded. Gosh. I sounded scary. If I was hiding in that forest, and heard some freaky wolf girl with a tacky red hood, demanding I show myself. I think I would have ran for dear life. Not that I can run for long in my current state. The leaves moved slightly again. I strained my wolfy ears and heard hushed, urgent whispering. Two voices? Maybe three? It sounded like an argument. The whispering suddenly halted. I hadn't realised I had edged closer to the whispering voices. They were right behind a bush now. I heard a countdown
"1,2,3!" Before I could react two figures jumped out at me, pushing me to the ground. One person was on my waist, holding down my arms. The other had grabbed my legs and were holding them down. I looked into the eyes of the person holding down my arms. A young boy, about fourteen maybe. He had overgrown, ratty brown hair, cold hard uncaring eyes, and his clothes were worse than mine, torn and blood stained in multiple places. He held a long, thin, silver blade to my throat. If you typed 'physco' into Google Images. This guys picture would come up.
"Wolves." He hissed cooly "You disgust me." He raised the knife back suddenly ready to slice through my throat.
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Bí ẩn / Giật gân"Have you ever felt so much hopelessness at one time, that it forms a solid substance and builds up at the bottom of your stomach? It makes you feel empty and dark, like the sky on a foggy night. It slowly builds up. Getting thicker and thicker, unt...
