The Girl Behind The Garden

Chapter 9: Perspective

Dog's p.o.v

   Slam, thud, slam, thud, slam, thud. Bu-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. Drown out kicks, listen, heartbeat. My thoughts were chopped, not being able to connect them, words flew through my head, trying to distract myself from the pain. I hated this, I hated having to let people do this, but I needed it to survive. Still, I whimpered, I would never get used to the pain. I heard footsteps in the alley, and I had thought he was done. No, it's coming towards us, not going away.

   Suddenly, the blows stopped, and I heard grunting. I tried to force my eyes open, one of them wouldn't cooperate, and it's swelling blocking my sight. I heard a crack, and my one eye found the man's face inches away from mine. I flinch back, but stop when I notice his expression. His eyes were stuck open, his mouth slack. There was blood dripping down his head as his head smacked against the ground.

"Woops, didn't mean him to fall that hard," I hear a voice.

   There was a pause and I head shuffling, then a phone beep. I heard someone one the other side, asking what the emergency is. I heard the voice give an address and said that someone had gotten into a serious fight and was hurt, then giving the address of where we were.

   A tan face appears above me, she pushed her long black hair out of the way, her gray eyes assessing me. She took her gloves off and shoved them in her pocket. Bending down, she picked me up, causing me to whimper out of pain. She shushed me gently, adjusting my position in her arms so that it was more comfortable for me. I wondered how she could carry me so easily, as I was a full grown dog.

"You know you could've fought back," She says quietly, looking down at me.

     I stare up at her in confusion. Why was she talking to me like I was human, I usually only got baby talk, although there was something weird about her. She didn't feel like a human. She keeps gazing down at me, as if waiting for a response. I just whimper in response.

"That's fine, you don't have to talk to me right now, I'll wait till you get better," She reasons, "You're pretty banged up, let's see if you're in any serious danger."

    She proceeded to put her finger right above my snout, in the middle of my eyes. I felt a sudden force going through my body. A low purple tint surrounds her fingers. She smiles softly as she pulls away, now carrying me with one arm.

"You're not going to die, though you're going to be in pain. I'll fix you up. You can live with us if you want," She explains, "Although, the boys might not like it. I'm pretty sure they'll let you stay though, if not I can go with you if you want. I couldn't let you go out on your own again, seeing as you seem to have a tendency of attracting unsavory characters."

      I couldn't understand why she was talking about giving up her home for me. She didn't even know me, yet she had already saved me, and was helping me now. I hadn't had this sense my past family had rejected me, leaving me to wander around, soon getting quite far from where I had started. I didn't have too much time to wonder as a peaceful darkness came over me, and I shut my eye, being surrounded by her warmth.

      The next thing I know, I wave of heat hits my body. A light flashes and my eyes sting for a minute, but get used to it. I look around as she walks down some stairs. It looked so homely. There was a dark brown table, and on the walls shelfs of books. My nose is overwhelmed by the smell of the house. My eyebrows knit together, why does this smell familiar? The thought leaves as quickly as it came as she sets me down on the ground, causing me to whimper at the coolness that touches my body.