I waltzed around the room, my hand clutched firmly around the picture I held close to my chest. I had a placid grin splayed across my face, a look of pleasure shone in my eyes. My russet brown hair fell in wisps around my heart shaped profile. Around and around I turned, my body swaying to the unsung melody. I drifted in and out of the present, my mind slowly covered in a thick haze of deep fog. My senses burned with the sensations that twirled around me. The croak of a large bull frog pulsed in and out of my ears, leaving a buzzing impression. I could smell the faint sense of oak, freshly cut and the scent stung my nose as I tried to erase the faint memory.
It was as dark as night as I twirled around, the sounds and scents of the night showing prominently around me. The tree’s swayed and seemed to dance in unison with me. Spin right, spin left, twirl twice, stop- It was as if my trance had ended, the sweet melodic tune had ended and the night became still. The picture held tightly to my chest fell and with a loud clatter, shattered into tiny shards littering the forest floor. I could sense a presence behind me, my conscious telling me to run, but my feet stayed, frozen to the spot.
I could imagine large roots snaking up my legs, gripping tightly while the presence edged closer. A twig snaps, causing my head to twist around, frightened at the sound. My pulse is quickening with every breathe I take, the brow of my forehead is dripping in sweat. My eyes began shifting left and right as my back was arched straight up. My breathing was becoming laboured, my whole being was encased in a frozen, lurid state of consciousness and I had no Idea of how to awaken.
The sounds of footsteps were inching closer, the sounds becoming louder with each step. I could see through the large coniferous, bush in front of me a pair of red eyes gleaming in the darkness. I looked taken aback as I utter a loud scream. Surely what I was gazing at was some kind of wild animal, a deadly one at that. It leapt out of the bush in a flurry of movement. I was now face to face with a large, grunting wolf. Its paw stepped on the picture that lay on the floor and I had to brush away the feeling of retrieving it and clutching it again.
The wolf’s eyes stared at me as I was frozen in shock. Somehow they seemed like they were waiting to see what I would do. I lifted up my hand and wiped my brow, the wolf sensed my movement and inched forward grabbing hold of my leg. The hot searing pain coursed through my body, it felt as though a hundred nails were being dug into my skin. I screamed in agony as the wolf’s grip latched even tighter.
Another set of footsteps could be heard as I was flailing about. Another wolf, one with bright orange eyes came leaping in. His coat was the deep color of night, and he smelt like the faintest of summer’s dew. I screamed even louder as I saw the other wolf come closer. What surprised me was that he was not interested in me at all but interested in the wolf that had latched itself upon me. It came barreling towards us and placed its stronghold grip against the wolf’s flank. Its grip released upon me as it turned around and snarled at the large black wolf that had its teeth around him.
Feeling weak, I could only stay frozen and watch the scene splay out in front of me. Their literally fighting over me like I am a piece of meat. Soft tears trickled down my cheeks as I was too afraid to start sobbing for fear it would attract the wolves attention. Yips and yelps were echoing out through the forest, reverberating against the large trunks of the big oaks. I was too afraid to look at my leg which surely had a sizeable chunk missing.
I glanced up at the moon, glistening in the sky, illuminating the forest in a sickly white hue. I glanced down and noticed that the red eyed wolf had vanished and all that was left was the orange eyed wolf with the midnight fur. I stared at it in fear as It looked at me for approval. “Thanks,” I say as it stares up at me like it’s a wild dog. It skitters off throught out the trees and then silence appears once again and I am alone.
The feeling of being alone is the worst feeling a human could have. No sounds of another breathing human or the sounds of footsteps retreating in the distance. No lights nothing, just complete and utter darkness and silence. I inch closer to the wreckage and grab hold of the broken frame. I remove the broken glass and retrieve the old picture and hold it against my chest before my eyes close and I drift into a deep slumber.
I am being slowly aroused from my inner consciousness; my eyes are fluttering open ever so slightly. I can see a pair of black boots, standing right in front of me. They sparkle in the sunlight as if they have been just shined with fresh shoe polish. A hand snakes its way around my waist and I am being lifted up, I feel around me for the photo, but I notice it’s gone. I start to scream and thrash about wildly.
The person who is grasping me tightly chooses not to notice and takes me away much to my despair. I finally give up and let my eyes close once again. The darkness is the worst part, not knowing whether you are awake or asleep is torture. I am standing in a dark room, no light emitting from the open doors or cracks. All I see is black; it litters my vision and gives me a sense of despair.
Suddenly I see a pair of bright red eyes flash in the far expanse of the room. They are slowly creeping, inching, and almost close enough. I can feel the breath on the small of my neck as my hair stands on end. All I’m looking at are eyes, big red gleaming eyes. I scream about and with a start I am awake. I can hear voices all around me but my vision is clouded so I can’t really see. It feels as if my retinas are fogged up the way a cars windows do when there is a lot of breathing. My arms and legs feel as if they have become anchors in the process and are now dead weight.
My throat is suddenly dry and I feel the need to cough. Where am I? One of the figures in the room notices I am awake and immediately rushes to my side. He lifts my eyelids and places a cold clothe on my now warm forehead. He then leaves the room and I can hear part of the conversation he is having in the hallway.
“He bit her Felicity.” The boy was saying in disgust. “He had her by the arm and was grasping her; if I hadn’t come in she surely would have been dead.” The woman scoffed. “A fat lot that did Delarian, you could have exposed us,” They lowered their voices and I could not hear the last part. I was curious to what they had said, and wished they could speak an octave louder.
What kind of people are these? I thought my mind racing with questions. How did I get here? I looked down at my leg which was heavily bandaged and propped up on a soft fluffy pillow. The covers which I must've had on earlier were on the floor in a heap.
