Part of Me

Chapter 1

The snow hugged my semi covered torso and caught my blood as it seeped out of my open wound. Something terrorizing us the "quaint" town we call eagle village. It lurks in the dark woods. My dog ran into the dark woods as I chased far behind. Then it leaped out, no almost pranced, from behind a tree, like a ballerina, dancing Swan Lake. The figure looked human, but it wasn't. AlI I could make out was it's hands, with the sharp claws and the bare earthy feet, that looked as if they had leaves growing from the ankles. All heat seemed to escape from my body with the thick red blood melting the snow. My black waist long hair splayed out like a crown around my head. I don't dare move or scream or cry. No one would or could save me to much blood was escaping the gash on my torso. My dog Bailey barked in the distance.

It felt as if I would never be warm again. I heard a branch snap. As much as I tried to twist my body to see what was coming. I couldn't. My muscles refused to move and the burning pain in my torso it felt as if my stomach was going to eat itself.

Another snap of a branch. Something large coming. Maybe the same beast that did this to me. This paralyzing pain. Or something bigger than my imagination.

A scruffy dog looking person appears above me. A searing pain shoots through my wrist, he bit me. Then nothing was I dead? No. Not dead I felt to alive to be dead. My whole body buzzed and all pain went away. My body froze up and I was being dragged away.

When I woke up I thought I was dreaming. It was too real to be a dream. It was standing over me. He seemed to be the same person but looked completely human. Except a little hairy. I was laying on a bed of moss. The bed was extremely comfortable and that almost distracted me from where I was. I tried to sit up but my stomach burned too much. I tried again. It failed miserably and I gave up with a huff and collapsed back into the bed of moss.
"What are you?" I asked much more calmly than I expected.
"I would ask the same question, but I already know the answer," I stared at him until he realized he didn't answer my question. He looked at me fully understanding what my expression meant and wheeled around on his heels and grabbed a book.
"War and Peace," I said louder than intended, "That's my favorite book," I continued. He continued to stare at me, study me. I tried to stare back equally as quizzically. "Even though you didn't answer my first question, I'm going to pose another one," I pause half expecting him to speak. But he didn't. "What's your name?" I stared at him expectantly, "You know it's really hard having a one person conversation." He kept staring at me, like he was expecting something. "I know you can talk! Hello! Words, please tell me something about what you are. Anything!" Nothing. Not a word he just opened his book and read. "Fine! I'll just leave! I would ask you for directions but I know you won't answer," I got up to leave grabbing my cardigan that was in a pile next to the extremely comfortable moss bed. A searing pain shot through my body. I tried my best to ignore it. God I want to get out of here, I would do anything to be anywhere else. I thought. The searing sensation took over my mind, I collapsed and passed out.