My descriptive fiction and story bits

Wolf

Dedicated to MerryMoozi , who accidentally became a character because I've been chatting with her so much recently. Plus the names just happened to be too coincidentally similar! Thanks for being an unintentional source of inspiration, Mooz! Also this is really, really long. Like, four pages, 2338 words, 10519 characters (as in the story alone). Sorry ^^;

** I ONLY USED NAMES I FELT WORKED WELL FOR THE CHARACTERS AND IN NO WAY AM I SAYING THEY LOOK OR ACT LIKE THIS, I JUST NOTICED A FEW SIMILARITIES AND WENT WITH IT!**

Soft. That was my first thought; a sense amid darkness. Something soft, plush even, lay beneath me. Uncertainty surrounded me, but it barely reached through to my sluggish brain. I felt light breaths resonate in my chest, and the pitch black void around me lightened to a dull grey. My eyelids tentatively flicked open to a dull white ceiling, discolored in parts and completely unfamiliar. Alarmed and disoriented, I tried to jump up only to find my limbs limp and heavy.

Weak as I appeared to be, I needed to know where I was. I slowly moved to a sitting position, leaning my shaking arms against the headboard behind me. The room was bare, sparsely decorated with a small oak vanity, bookshelf and a single chair by the bed. Tan wallpaper, peeling slightly near a few corners, completed the bleak scene. I looked down at myself, noticing earth brown locks halting a little above slightly tanned shoulders and a loose blue tee. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, the cool air causing goosebumps to form, and paused as I caught sight of my wiry frame and amber eyes in the vanity's mirror.

Wobbling, I stood on the creaking boards of the floor and staggered to the doorway. I was greeted with the open door of a bathroom, which I made my way to gratefully. After I had freshened up, steady on my feet, I looked around the small apartment. Entering the kitchen I was met with a worn note. Lily, it read. If you need anything don't be afraid to ask the neighbors. Welcome home!

"Am," I began, voice cracking. I paused to clear my throat, marveling at the possibility of my memory being lost. "Am I Lily?" I tested the name on my tongue, a shiver traveling down my spine.

I started at the sound of a loud knock on my front door, leaping back in fear. My heartbeat quickened, thumping rapidly like it was trapped within the bars of my rib cage. The analogy was almost familiar, but I had no time to think over the thought. I raced to the door, oak like the rest of the wood in the apartment, and cautiously peered out through the peephole. A sincere looking man stood outside in a white shirt hidden by a worn black and red flannel, finished by torn and faded jeans. His shaggy black hair was gently brushed back, and deep brown eyes scanned the door and hallway. My hand brushed the doorknob as I drew in a breath and opened the door a crack.

"Hello..?" I tentatively called, seizing his attention.

"Ah, you're awake then," he replied with a relieved smile. "I was worried you'd be asleep like when I came over earlier. I'm Jason; I live across the hall with my son. He actually looks about your age, how old are you?"

I opened the door a little further, trying to decide if I could trust this stranger. After a moment's hesitation I opened the door fully.

"I'm... not sure," I confessed, looking down. "Would you like to come in? We can keep talking while we sit, if you'd like."Jason flashed me a reassuring smile as he stepped inside. "I wouldn't mind it," he replied. "And maybe you'll feel more like opening up? I just want to make sure you don't need any help." He walked over to the plaid couch, sitting as I closed the door.

As I joined him, sitting in a nearby leather chair, I realized how unfamiliar my mixed emotions were and how little I knew about both Jason and myself. Even so I trusted him, and he was my best shot at figuring things out.