Achlys
Months passed, and I still haven't gone back to school. No press was flocking outside my house when I eventually left my miniature sanctuary. Plus side, it was if the attack hadn't happened. Down side, I remembered every detail of it, just when I thought I'd forgotten about it.
I also didn't see him again, which I took as a good thing.
Everything about him screamed good guy, and that made me not trust him. He even stood in such a manner that showed he didn't really do anything. He looked like one of those people who could be friends with everybody, and I mean everyone, and pull it off.
I hadn't started feeding the wolves again, not yet. I guess I was still afraid that they'd attack again, even though the first would have been a mistake. Not so much a mistake, as something that shouldn't have happened.
Finally, I realized that I need to get more food, and I should probably feed the wolves. It was January, and the coldest that I could remember it ever being. Sometimes I only fed the wolves in December, when I thought it was coldest. I guess I never noticed how cold it was during the start of the year.
I went to the store, in my car that looks like an old lady would own. If I was sticking to my story of living with my grandma, which nobody probably believed anymore, I had to look like I was.
I can only imagine what kind of fool I must have looked like, a cart full of meat, milk, cereal, and granola bars. I bought the same thing every time I went out, thinking that habit would be good. This was usually the cheapest option, too, so that always helped.
I got halfway home, and I hit a patch of ice. I knew I should have taken the way that I came into town, but I was tired, and this way was faster. I gave up, and let the car go out of control.
I don't know what happened next. Everything was so fast, the only thing I remembered after giving up, is hitting the tree. The windows and windshield shattered, glass raining down on me. I leaned my head on the steering wheel.
I don't know how long I was like that, but I heard a voice, above the sirens. He was close to me, leaning in through the broken window to whisper to me, "Achlys, are you okay?" I felt his hand touch my shoulder, and instantly recoil.
"Trevor..." I whispered. "Take care of my wolves. Their food's in the back. Take it, before people find it." He nods, and I close my eyes, unaware that I would never open them again.
