Food is the love of my life. I cannot even begin to comprehend why people diet. Why torture your body by depriving it of the love and nutrition it needs. Life is better with food. I'm not talking about organic and healthy crap either, not a nutrition bar or fruit. Well, fruit is fantastic but I'm talking about good greasy, fattening, and somewhat healthy homemade or restaurant bought food. Whenever I took a bite into a hot and cheesy pizza I could die right then and do it with a smile on my face. Sort of like right now.
"Lucy, you look crazy. Stop staring at the plate like you've never seen food before, because you have, I've seen it. You eat like a grown man," Scar said to me as I inhaled the cheesy smell.
"I know. It just looks so good," I moaned in appreciation. Picking up my slice, I shoved it into my mouth, finishing it off in three bites.
"Jesus, Lucy, it's yours. It's not going anywhere. Nobody is going to take it. You have plenty of time to eat. So will you calm down," She snapped, looking at me in disgust.
"Leave me alone," I told her as I continued to chew on the love of my life. Nobody understands my love for food. It's an obsession. The day I skip a meal is the day every food in the world expires. I'll even be eating on my death bed. No joke.
"You're disgusting. You're the only girl I know that orders two large pizzas and eats a whole one and the half of the other by herself and not sweat about it," Scar huffed in annoyance, leaning back against the chair as she picked the olives off her pizza and passed them to me.
I ignored her and continued to eat. After getting home, we decided to order in. I didn't feel like going back out and apparently, much to her dismay, Scar had a few chapters to get into in her new Chemistry text book.
"Okay, I'm going to take a cold shower then go for a run," I announced, getting up to put my plate in the sink.
"You're so weird. Who takes a shower before exercising in which you sweat and get dirty again," Scar stated.
"It's a quick and cold shower that way when I run, I'll feel refreshed and cooled off," I shouted back as I walked away.
"You're ridiculous," I heard her yell after me. Walking into the bathroom, I stripped out of my clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the knob to a cooler temperature. After about a minute, I shut it off and went back to my room without drying myself. It's an odd technique before going for a run but running in ninety degree weather, I was going to need as much cold water on my body as I could get.
Pulling open my drawers, I took out a pair of black spandex shorts, a dark grey sports bra and socks. After getting dressed and putting on my running shoes, I grabbed my iPod and headphones and went back downstairs. Scar was sitting in the living room, scrolling through channels on the TV.
"I thought you were going to study?" I asked her, laughing at her reluctance.
"I thought you were going running?" She shot back.
"Smart ass," I muttered loud enough so she could hear me. Plugging the headphones into my ears, I walked out of the house. I scrolled down my playlist until I stopped and played "Stop the Music" by Sammy Adams. I walked around the house to the trail that started in the back and started off with a slow jog.
It was just barely light outside. The sun was setting with a few rays spreading across the sky. It was just hitting the end of summer so the trees were still tall and full. There were so many of them, it was light in the sky but the forest was dim, almost completely dark. I was still able to see so I increased my pace to a slow sprint and continued like that for about twenty minutes before slowing down a bit.
I really did hate running. I don't play any sports butwith the amount of food I consume in one sitting, if I didn't do some form of exercise I'd be waddling all over the place. I was running out of breath and my legs were getting tired. Luckily for me, just in the clearing I could make out a small lake of water. I walked towards it, moving tree branches out of my way. As soon as I was in front of the pond, I kneeled down and splashed cold water on my face. After cooling off for a minute, I stood back up and turned around, continuing on my run. I saw that it was getting really late. It was ten minutes until nine, which meant I'd been running for about an half hour.
I wasn't watching were I was going and felt my foot get caught on a branch or rock of some kind, causing me to trip and fall. I ended up falling on my knees, scraping them along with my arms. I groaned loudly as I sat up on my butt to brush off the dirt and other pieces that stuck to my skin. I was just standing back up when I felt the presence of something behind me. I could feel eyes on me as I quickly turned around. What stood behind me, all teen feet and bulging muscles and fur, was probably the most blood freezing, heart stopping, and frightening thing I'd ever seen in my life, reality and fictional. It was a wolf; a ridiculously large wolf with dark black fur, a long nose with baring long white teeth, and big and luminous dark eyes. I didn't know if it was just me or what but I didn't think wolves were supposed to be taller than humans. It looked more like a bear than a dog really.
I stood still, watching it as it watched me. My heart beat was accelerating by the minute and my panic level was increasing as well. I didn't know whether to scream and run or step back slowly and try to "talk" cautiously with it as if it'd understand me. So, instead, I did nothing. I continued to do nothing even when it took several steps towards me. It had been standing a good twenty feet from me but because of its long strides, it was now just before me, towering high above my head. I refused to close my eyes, make a sound, or even step back. Any sudden change could probably set it off, killing me in the process. It was the weirdest thing, how it just stood there, pulling me in with its bright and shining eyes. It only stood there, breathing with me, watching with me. I took a deep breath, holding in as it stepped closer. But to my utter amazement and relief, it only stepped around me. Its thick dark fur was soft as it brushed across my arm until I felt its present disappear entirely.
I quickly turned around to see where it went but it was gone, completely vanishing. I didn't even hear it go. It was as if it was never there in the first place. But whether it was or wasn't, I didn't want to stick around and find out.
I didn't waste any time sprinting back home as fast as I could. I was able to get back to the house in half an hour and I was out of breath by then. I was breathing profusely, my chest was burning, and I had killer cramps on the left side of my ribs. Opening the front door, I stumbled into the house, collapsing onto the cold wooden floor.
"Uh, you okay?" I heard Scar ask from the living room.
She was sitting on the couch with a book on her lap and the TV on mute. I held my thumb up, indicating that I was good. I didn't want to tell her about the wolf because it'd only freak her out and Scar was a total hypochondriac and over analyzed everything. She'd probably demand that we move if I told her.
Instead, I kept my mouth shut and dragged myself up the stairs for a good, long, and hot shower. When I finished, I pulled on some black shorts, a black sweatshirt, and pink fuzzy socks. Getting into bed, I pulled the covers over me and stared up in the dark. My mind kept going back to the wolf. I was confused as to why it just stood there and didn't even attack or growl. I turned on my side so I was facing the window. It was dark out and the moon was high and half full. As I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, I heard a loud howl outside, deep in the forest. It called to me, vibrating through my chest and calming me.
