Reality of Daydreams

Wolves

I was now standing. I looked around confused at when I stood up. "What? What?!" Cyrus babbled, shooting glances around him. The wind came again as I heard a new sound. Turning my head, I kept my gaze steady. Out the window. "Stay here," I moved the chair out of the way without looking and started towards the back door. The locks had not been put in place yet. "Scratch that, go to my room and lock the door." I didn't need to see his face to know he was scared. But he obeyed taking the lamp with him. Before making another move I waited for the sound of my bedroom door being clicked shut. I swallowed. Took a step. Something was looking at me. It hadn't noticed Cyrus for some reason. It's gaze never shifted. Took another step towards the door. I was raising my right hand subconsciously to one of the locks. The kitchen was only lit up by the dark murky sky outside. Even though I couldn't see the lock I knew exactly where it was. I saw something out of the corner of my eyes. It was following my hand. Glowing. Growing. Brighter. Bluer. The wish bracelet. 

The wind began to howl outside. But there was something else. Something more. A howl echoed with it, not apart but distinct. And at that moment I caught the dark green eyes that had been staring at me for so long. Wolves. So close to the door I kicked myself for not seeing them before. Before I knew it I threw myself at the door. A pressure was pushing against it. They were ramming against the door. I fiddled with one of the locks, desperate but still focused. After latching the chain, turning the lock and sliding the blot, (We lived in a somewhat dangerous place so my parents took no chances; WAIT TILL YOU SEE THE FRONT!) With my pressure still against the shaking door, I tried to hook my foot under a chair to drag it over. This was no use. I could feel the door weakening as not only the wolves but the wind thrashed against it.

I ran.

I pushed off from the door, sliding across the table. 

A haze.

I made it to the hallway. Maybe even grabbed the banister about to run up the stairs.

Now I was on the floor. The floor was moving. I was moving. Something was closed around my ankle, tugging painfully at it. My arms were in front of me. I could see the blue glow. It seemed weaker now. I was weaker now. 

I finally snapped out of it, or I think I did, when I felt the ground fall out from under me, or I flew off from it. I don't know! I was in a storm of gray. Gray, twists of black, speckles of green. I kicked at what was still around my ankle, still digging its teeth in. A bolt of blue again and the feeling of falling.

Not one of my best ideas.

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Authors note:

Look! *gestures at chapter* IT'S PICKING UP! or, you know, lifting off.... heh.. nvm

Wasn't planning on it being this way, but I guess that's just how it works when it comes to daydreams...  *jazz hands*

Anyways, I hope you didn't get too used to the two-updates-a-day thing, cause that will end... now... 

Spent the better part of my day watching Doctor Who. Don't regret it, just now have a crap ton of school work to make up.... again I don't regret it.... nope..... WISH ME LUCK!!!!