Lyra

~5: Letter~

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Lyra felt she had woken up from a dream. Her body was aching all over, she felt pain from head to toe as she tried to move. She tried to left her body but failed miserably failed as she slopped back to the bed she was lying.

Her eyes traveled around the room. It was amazing, the furniture were hand carved, there was a big wardrobe in the corner and the one thing that caught her eyes was the painting of a wolf with fiery blue eyes drilling through the souls of the beholder.

It was dark where she was. The dimly lit room felt cold as the cool autumn breeze enters through the ajar window. It was night time, that she could tell much.

Her mind travels back to what happened yesterday. She remembered everything, every hit and every word. Anger flashed through as a memory of Ignacios appeared in her thoughts. She wanted to rip his throat out using her claws.

She tried to feel her wolf, but she wasn't responding. Her wolf was still weak and is trying to recover. Lyra whimpered and closed her eyes as little trickles of tears slide down her temples.

If she just finished and killed that wolf, none of this would have ever happen. She would be with her friends right now, in the hospital taking care of her patients and then she would crash into her bed and lay into her warm duvet watching a rerun of Melissa and Joey.

But no, she just had to help the wolf must who promised he wouldn't hurt her.

She felt crippled, she just wanted to stand up break the rich mahogany door and then run away and never return. She sighed and stared up to the dirty white ceiling.

'Will all of this ever go away?' She questioned herself.

After awhile of staring at the ceiling, Lyra heard someone's soft footsteps. She shook, fearing it might be Ignacios.

The lock on the door clicked, it slowly opened. Her eyes closed tightly as the lower part of the bed sank. Then a voice spoke.

"Lyra, please wake up, for me, your Neddy." Said the voice. Lyra stiffened as she heard the old man's pleading voice.

Suddenly she whimpered and uttered his name, she opened her eyes and saw that the man has taken age. He looked more older and more experienced.

"Lyra, you're awake, I thought . . I thought. . I had truly lost you." Ned flooded up with tears as he caressed her cheeks using his knuckles. Lyra leaned in to his touch and inhaled him. She welled up with tears as she stared at him.

"Neddy." she sobbed like a little school girl.

"Oh baby," He leaned down and hugged her body softly. "You . . you were. . asleep for four weeks. . . Ignacios said if you didn't wake up by the end of the fifth week, he would personally inject you with wolfsbane." He murmured against her hair. "When I saw you, you were all bruised, blood was leaving your lips. I. . I almost jumped on him. I wanted to hurt him so bad." He said, his lips quivering.

Lyra's sobs continued and she trembled greatly. She was stoned to find out that she was asleep for four weeks and Ignacios was going to give her wolfsbane if she didn't wake up. In the far back of her mind, she could feel her wolf rising up in anger. 'How dare he?'.