Fighting the Wolves

Chapter Five

I sat on the floor dazed and numb for at least an hour before I decide to wander around the room. I walk towards a door across the room, opening the door to reveal one of the largest closets I've seen, and an identical one a couple yards to the right, although one is empty, and one isn't. 

I walk inside the full closet, looking at the assortment of different clothes. I make my way to the corner of the room before pushing some of the clothes apart, and squeezing in between them, and backing into the small spot. I slide down to the floor with my knees in my chest, and resting my elbows on top, with my chin nestled in between my arms.

The doctor told me it was possible I could have some mild schizophrenia...
But this isn't mild at all.
I must be completely insane.
This isn't okay.
Not okay.
Not,
Not,
NO!

I rock back and forth as I bite my lip with aggression as I fight tears that threaten to slip down my cheeks. As if they have the right to create their tiny, shiny, wet streaks down my face.

What about Lexi? 
What about school? 
I mean, I don't like school, but I don't want to fail.
I need to get out of this hell hole town, and the only way to do that is to graduate.

I push my knees forward a bit, and wrap my arms around my chest, squeezing myself into a hug, pushing against the bruises that I got from school, focusing on the pain, and ignoring my current situation.

I begin to hyperventilate, the panic in my chest spreading through my body. The oxygen slowly depletes from my lungs as dark spots crowd my vision, clasping me in a grip I cannot escape, until everything around me turns into a static, causing everything to go black.
And then I feel nothing.

~*~

"Ms. Walker?!"  I hear a distant voice call.

Ms. Walker?  
Was everything just a dream? 
Did I fall asleep in school again?
I hope so, this better be one of my teachers waking me up.

I begin to feel again as I slowly regain my consciousness. That horrible pringly feeling in your muscles when you wake up a sleeping leg, spreads through my body, making me not want to move at all.

What's the point?
Why do I need to wake up?

A feel a cold hand grab my wrist, accidentally pressing against the pain I caused myself a couple nights ago. I hiss with the stinging, snapping my eyes open to meet the stranger who is rude enough to wake me from my dreamless sleep.

A girl in her mid-twenties, with mid length black hair and green eyes stares into my eyes, emotionless as she pulls me up onto my feet. Uncalled for, if you ask me. Since the rest of me is still completely asleep, and I probably haven't been awake for hours. 

"Ms. Walker? The Alpha has asked for you to come downstairs for dinner." The woman tells me in a monotone voice. I look her in the eyes, hiding every emotion that seemed to be swirling in me at the thought of 'the Alpha'. 

"I'm sorry, what's your name?" I ask as I start to slowly make my way out of the closet, and back into the large bedroom.
"Um, my name is Serena?" She seems uncertain as to what I'm getting at.
"Alright Serena, since the Alpha insists on sending a messenger to come talk to me, and tell me what to do. You can be my messenger." I stop and put a hand on her shoulder, "You're going to tall that little asshat you call an Alpha, and tell him if he even thinks I'll come near him, after everything he's put me through, then he's going to have to go get his brain checked to make sure it's still in his thick, egotistical skull." I push her towards the exit of the room, not trying to be rude, but this is not a normal situation, and anyone with any relation to that douche bag out there, is not in my book of friendliness.