Light glared onto my face through my sleep. Blinking rapidly, I slowly opened my eyes. There was a shadowy figure sitting next to me, but my eyes were still to weary to focus on it.
“You really should take a shower, you know,” the figure said in a friendly male voice. I could have sworn I knew him.
“Who are you?” I croaked. I yelped a little and put a hand to my throat. I sounded really weird. Again, I blinked over and over, trying to focus my eyesight. Things came into focus this time around, and I thought I was going to scream when I realized who sat beside me.
“Arrakis…” I breathed, unable to believe my eyes.
Arrakis smiled. “Yes, Raven, it’s me. I just want to know how the hell you got here and what the fuck happened last night.”
I groaned. My head spun like a wheel and my entire memory was hazy. “I don’t remember,” I told him plainly, “I’m sorry babe.”
“Maybe a shower will help clear your head. My parents are at work and you need to wash all that blood off.”
“Blood?” I asked, then stifled a scream when I notice my completely crimson… clothing I guess, but it was more like strips of cloth just hanging on my body.
I gulped. “Okay.” I tried pushing myself up, but my arms wouldn’t hold me. I collapsed, but Arrakis caught me. He picked me up and had me lean against him. Together, we stumbled down the hall to the bathroom.
“Let me get you some clothes and a towel,” he told me, leaning me against the counter. He left the room, and I tried to walk. I nearly fell out at first, but soon I was on my feet and turning on the shower. Arrakis came in a few seconds later with a black t-shirt and jeans, looking uncomfortable.
“Uh… what size bra do you wear?” he stumbled, clearly embarrassed.
I giggled. “36B. Any of your sister’s will probably work.” He nodded and shuffled out, returning with a black bra and a simple pair of black underwear. He seemed a little concerned.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Are you going to be okay?” He looked genuinely worried.
I smiled. “I’ll be fine. Now go change or do something to distract yourself; play Black Ops like you always do. I’ll be done in a little bit.” He nodded and walked out, closing the door behind him.
I turned on the fan and peeled off what was left of my clothing. Wadding them up, I tossed them in the trash can. Reluctantly, I looked at myself in the mirror. Surprisingly, I was no different. My eyes just looked empty and lifeless, and my entire body was splattered with blood.
I shook my head and looked away. I pulled back the shower curtain and stepped in. Hot water poured over my skin, rehydrating the blood and taking it with it down the drain. I shut my eyes and let the water wash away the pain.
Images suddenly flashed before me. I watched a wolf hunting, sprinting through the forest freely, only to stop in anger. Then images of a family asleep appeared. Fear gripped me as I watched the home fill with blood, the stench of death on my paws.
I tried opening my eyes, but the wolf kept going. It stopped here, at Arrakis’s house, and climbed onto the roof. It crawled to his window, shifting…
