Creepypasta origins stories

Domino

It was Christmas Eve, me and my dad, mom went outside to launch our fireworks in he woods. We were celebrating Christmas out of town in our summer house, even if it's winter, my mother offered to spend holidays here without any sign of cars or other people just us. My dad took the fireworks but he wasn't sure if from here fireworks will reach the sky,since our house was deep in the woods full of trees.
We had to walk more deeper to reach a place without trees so the fireworks won't do any damage to trees if they accidentally change their direction to the trees.
It was really cold outside, plus my mom forgot to bring me a scarf, dad was angry since he think how 5 years old me can get caught by a dangerous viruses in this forest that is spreading from non domestic animals, my mom still won't understand since she wasn't a doctor like my dad was.
"Domino! Come're I think I am done with placing the fireworks in the right place!" I heard my dad's voice from afar do I came to him.
My dad reached for the matches to launch it, until me and my dad heard weird noises coming out of the forest.
My dad creeped out, then both freezes, waiting to see who's the owner of the creepy sounds. I started to shake when I saw a wolf pack coming out of the bushes, they were so huge with sharp teeth coming out of their mouths.
My father made a huge mistake, h-he grabbed my arm and started to run away and shouted to warn my mother about how we were being attacked.
"Margaret! Wolves! Wolves!"
It was cold, I wasn't able to run as fast as my father, so he grabbed me in bridal style and ran faster as he and my mom could.
Wolves were so close, one of them grabbed with their sharp teeth my dad's leg so he fell on the ground. He told me to turn, but I didn't want to.
I saw in front of my own eyes, how wolves were off my mother's skin, hands.
I screamed in terror and started to run away,
I jumped on one of the trees, hoping the wolves won't be able to reach me.
I tried not to cry because the wolves could hear me. And they did whole pack was around the tree I was on.
Wolves started to bite, shake, scratch the tree in many ways they could.
The tree wasn't that strong enough not to fall.
I fell from the tree, non of the wolves touched me until one huge wolf got closer to me, it was obvious he was the pack's commander. He had many scars on his body, his teeth were more sharp than other wolves.
I froze in fear.
He raised his sharp claw.
That's when he scratched my right eye out, blood was coming out of my eye. I felt pain, awful pain. When the main wolf could smell blood, he started to open his mouth to grab my wrist, until I remembered how my dad gifted me a pocket knife as a joke for christmas. I took it out and slashed the wolf's throat with it. I tried to stab deeper into the brain, only then he fell on the ground.
All wolves were confused what to do since the main wolf was dead.
They didn't attack me, they just left growling at me.
I felt so weak and worthless, I wasn't able to move.
Blood was still coming out of my lost eye, all the scratches were a pain too.
I just fell into a deep sleep.
I woke up, it still was dark, everything was hurting and my socket was still bloody.
I saw a river in front of me, I tried to crawl to reach it.
I was so close, but I fell again into deep snow.
I felt someone touching my shoulder, I thought it was my imagination or I was just becoming insane.
I raised my face to see the tall pale man, without a face. My one eye widened to see something more awful than wolves.
I got scared and started to sob like I should act for my actual age.
The tall man, raised his long hand and touched my missing right eye.
I started to feel less pain on my face. I started to crawl again to reach the water, I saw how my eye was pure black now, skin white, my other alive eye had no green colour like it did before, it was just a black iris.
The tall man, touched my shoulder, when I took a look at him, he offered me his hand.
To go away somewhere away from here.
I raised my hand and placed it on his palm as a new start of my life.