Being Different (editing)

Chapter 2 | Help Me

*edited*

I stayed silent as I watched the strange man walk around one the double bed of which I laid in.

I knew this room...I've been in here so many times before it wasn't even a coincidence that this is where my dream has lead me. It's a dark grey metal room, a thick iron door is the only exit, sealed tight to make sure I can not escape, the only normal thing in here was the disgusting double bed that was falling apart at the seams.

My wrists were wrapped in chains, one wrist against each bed post. The same for my legs, one ankle to each post making escape even more impossible.

The man continued to round the bed till he was beside me, just staring at my naked body. I would describe what he looked like but the thing was his whole body was unable to be seen clearly, he was ageing, he only wore jeans and a wife beater.

But he was still the same man I remember, I could never forget him for as long as I live.

The man jumped on the bed, straddling my hips in the process; the hard feeling against my lower region confirming my worst fears. I attempted to close my tear filled eyes, but my body wanted to see what was coming...what was going to happen to me.

The man leant closer, his face mere inches from mine the once darkness covering his face shifted to show his now disgusting, wrinkled and saggy face; he had sunken black eyes, his parched lips making it seem like he hadn't drunk water in years, the almost bald head of his was sprinkled with tiny stray grey hairs sticking out of his scalp making him look like a homeless psychopath. The smirk on his face didn't help with his psychopath look either.

I did the one thing I've done these past years...

I screamed.

"Keep screaming, that way I know you enjoyed it Mutt,"

I jolted up screaming my tail as stiff as a board behind me and my ears drawn so close to my head I could hide them with my hair, squeezing my eyes shut I refused to look at the darkness of the room I was in. I wrapped my arms around my small frail body, I could feel my form trembling as I watched and replayed the scenes in my mind each time worst than the last.

I screamed and screamed, I placed my hands on my ears so they wouldn't get affected. I begun shaking my head side to side as if they were going to rid me of the thoughts and memories that continued to play. I hated the darkness and right now that is what is all around me so I screamed more.

I screamed for fear.

I screamed for my pain.

I screamed for the life I have suffered.

I screamed for my family.

"WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING!" A man yelled at me and that made my eyes burst open. My ears slowly drew forward and my tail relaxed meaning that I was safe if both my wolf parts relaxed, i had more faith in my wolf side then I did in my own intuition. The man must have turned on the light because as I looked around the room I saw the pretty cream walls of a cosy room, the white tiles placed neatly on the floor, a window placed perfectly nearby and me sitting in what looked like a hospital bed Iv's and bandages on my body. Then my attention went to the man standing in the doorway.

He was that same man from the beach and I couldn't help but feel the slight guilt that came over me as I remembered how I attacked him...with a kitchen knife...