WHITE.
Nothing but white.
I stood alone in an empty room. The only thing I could hear was something circling around me, really fast. Like it was hunting me.
"Hello? Who's there?" I called out.
I walked around looking for an exit but there was nothing. I felt like I was going crazy. I didn't know where I was, all I knew was that I was stuck. I felt like I was inside a white padded room at an asylum.
When I turned back around, a door had appeared. It stood slightly ajar and I could see the inside; it was pitch darkly.
I then heard the echoing of footsteps coming closer and closer. I held my breath and braced myself for whatever was coming through the door.
A silhouette of a person appeared. Soon a girl stepped forward dressed in all white and her face was hidden behind a lifelike wolfs mask. The door she came from dissolved into thin air.
"W-Who are you? W-Where are we?" My words stammered.
She stepped forward and I stepped back, I didn't want to be close to her.
"I am you." The girl replied. "We are in your subconscious."
"How is that possible?" I asked.
"You had a seizure. You are asleep right now."
"Why am I here?" I was puzzled.
"I thought we should meet so I brought you here."
"Why?"
"Because it's my turn."
I swallowed hard. "For what?"
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Hombres LoboMia's life gets turned upside down when she visits her estranged father, who lives in the mountain town of Boise. There she uncovers a secret her mother's kept from her and gets thrust into a world of magic and werewolves. As if that's not bad enoug...