Reality of Daydreams

All About First Impressions?

Perhaps it was the fact that I had been so close to dying already twice in the span that could hardly be a day. Well, maybe three times in actuality. How I survived those wolves, the drop and drowning was beyond me but I had seem to have forgotten about them momentarily as I hoisted myself up. Having to study many languages (but never being able to speak them) I recognized a pattern in this new one. A single voice. Were they speaking with someone or were they alone? This was as far as my thoughts went as I continued the short climb. Before popping my head over the bend I heard a new voice that made me stop. Not alone, definitely not alone. The voice made me question my readiness to charge into the situation without fulling knowing what was going on. It was harsher than the first, with a strange twist of something that made me shudder. My brain sped on, imagining this man's (if that's what it is) whole life story and how he has killed many with not a second thought. This whole situation I was in was rather stupid. Spirited away by wolves, (I think, but now looking back I'm not too sure) falling from some height into waters, being saved from death from who knows who, and waking propped up against a tree with no marks of- Wait. My thoughts broke off as I looked down at my right ankle. It was still bleeding and in pain that for some reason I had been too overwhelmed to notice before. I felt my face dropped as the one sense of security faded. That's right. It couldn't be a dream. I could breathe underwater in those. I was never scared in them either. I also couldn't-die. I choked on the last thought with a strange sort of sound from the back of my throat. I really shouldn't have because soon I could only hear the waves. The voices vanishing. Oh crap.

Knowing it wouldn't help but still having no idea out of the situation, I stayed quiet as I waited to be found. Maybe they'll think it was just a sort of animal? Hopeful thoughts presented themselves but soon fled as I heard grass being crushed closer to me. It was probably just my panic state. In fact don't they say somewhere that when you are in that flight or fight mode your senses heighten? Nevermind that. It wasn't helping, and wasn't going to stop whatever it was from getting closer. I swallowed, trying to calm my shaking hands. The suspense was killing me, and that's saying something! Just hurry up and kill me already! I know I'm not scared of what's coming (at least not as much as I'm acting) It was just the jitters. But I guess I would have had better luck with telling a brick wall to melt. And all these thoughts had passed through my mind in barely half a minute.

First impressions are everything. Head facing up, I decided upon eye contact. And focused only on that. Maybe they'll think I'm too brave to kill or something?

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A/N

Q: I'm I on a roll or are my chapters just getting shorter and shorter?

A: A little bit of both?

Q: Am I putting off responsibilities in order to indulge in writing something that will probably never be read outside my close knit of friends?

A: Quite possibly...

Alright, enough of that! Yes, I have written once again two "chapters" in a single day! However, my responsibilities have only suffered a little... just a tiny bit... yeah...

On a side note, it was someone's Bday today so I had an abominable amount of chocolate cake! (Not my proudest moment to say the least!)  A bit hyper and it's nearing midnight, oh dear. School night as well. I'm doing so well right now.

(BTW I updated that story on @Tiger_TwinzZ so hurry up and check that out!)