Unleashed

7; The Morning After

Unleashed,

Chapter 7,

Recaption:

I looked at the wolf and Mr.Pale, to see Mr. Pale smirk and run into the forest. My body's spasms got worse, my feet flailing. I probably looked like a fish on shore. The wolf ran to me, whimpered.

Why the fuck you whimpering? We're the ones dying!

Yeah. We are. The wolf smelled my shoulder and bit down. I screamed as the pain intensified by a thousand. My view of tree branches and fur blurred, then blended till it was too dark to see.

Curiosity really did kill the Cat.

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I groaned from the cold, curling into a ball. Birds singing annoyed my ears. I must have left the window open last night. My skin twitched as waves of shivers rolled my body.

I opened my eyes and exhaled sharply. I furrowed my brow as my sight greeted the sidewalk. I sat up, looking around. I was sitting on a patch of grass between the woods and the sidewalk.

Shouldn't I be home?

I shivered, hugging my body. "What the fuck?" I whispered. My hand moved to investigate the huge rip in my sweats. It went from the back of my knee to the front of my ankle.

Memories of last night flooded my head. Dwight, the creepy guy, the pale guy, the Jacob guy, the wolf, the....

My eyes widened and my hand flew to my neck. Nothing. Smooth skin covered my neck, shoulder, and collar-bone. No bite. I pulled my hand back and saw no blood.

"Don't panic." I whispered as I felt a lump form in my throat.

Please panic. It's soooo much fun!

Great. At least, she didn't leave.

... I'm not doing my job right.

I tried to gulp down my panic and stood up. The blood rushed to my head and I stepped back, holding my head. I groaned and closed my eyes, then opened them.

Okay! Take two!

I walked shakily to the sidewalk and paused. Which way should we go?

Left.

I let my body weight fall to the left and stopped myself from collapsing by placing one foot in front of the other, walking til I recognized something close to home.

The fog lingering about gave me chills and a tingling nose. The layers were so thick I could barely see the bright sky blue house on the corner of Maydale Street.

Do you think they'll care if we hide in a pile of blankets instead of going to class?

I don't care anymore, I just wanna be warm.

I crossed the street to the blue house and shivered down Maydale. My brows furrowed. What happened? I.. I was ...dying. Literally dying! I bleeding from my shoulder and leg! I was in so much pain. How can it just be......gone? Doesn't make sense...

Must be the Twilight Zone.

I was dying in the woods last night and now I'm in town and ...fine..?

Fine?! I'm not 'fine'! I'm freezing and sooooooooo hungry. Hurry up!

I rolled my eyes. Damn voice anyway.

Bitch.

Jerk.

Hoe!

Imaginary.

Gasp! How roode! I'm ignoring you.

Woop-te-do. I paused at the end of Maydale, staring at the old house. I remember when it was beautiful. White siding, light blue trim, a light wood porch. We had gnomes and ceramic rabbits in the yard around a small pond near the porch. Even a 'Come Have A Laugh' sign on the red front door.

I bowed my head and walked inside as memories of my mommy came back. What little ones I had anyway.

As I climbed the squeaky steps, my eyes caught the pond covered in moss and weeds with a little brown water. She loved that pond. I remember the day we bought the fish to go in it. I got to pick them out. When dad suggested we eat them, Mom said "Fish are friends, not food."

She loved all things Disney and fairy tale; even the creepy Grimm ones. Ha! Punny. Dad loved her so much, he'd pretend not to be scared of scary stories or clowns or frogs with buggy eyes. He bought her any Disney figurine he saw. 

I closed my eyes as I saw the swing with the broken seat and opened the door. I walked past the couch and paused as my eyes went to the one place in the house I never looked. The bookcase beside the couch where flowers, goofy figures, and fairy tales slept. Before it twisted like a fairy tale and ended so fucked up.

My throat closed and eyes watered. I ran upstairs into my closet and pulled out an old floral hat box. I gently opened it and relaxed against my bed. Photos of happy smiles, chipped figurines, small souvenirs all filled the box. Anything that would remind me of mom.

After mom had died, dad had a fit; breaking, hitting, destroying anything of mom's. 'Grief hits people in different ways.' No kidding. He died when she did. We're just left. I sobbed until my chest hurt and my eyes wouldn't open, so they stayed closed.

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Written: No Idea. :D But I know the last 200 words was on December 24th 2017 @ 4:10 AM.

Word Count: 850