Grim

Part#2 Snow fall-(To be continued)

I woke up some time later to see snow falling around me and a man carrying me in his arms like I was a small child, he was nicely built. He had dark brown hair and dark grey eyes. I looked to the side and noticed a smaller boy, he looked to be 18 and was still built but, not as well as the first one. He had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, it then hit me that the strangers were carrying me some were and I didn't want to find out. I began to try to break free and tried to yell but, when I opened my mouth only blood came out. I began to cough hard whilst more blood came out, "Shit" said the one that had been carrying me, he laid me down on the snow covered ground and the other boy had said, "Crap Dean what are we going to do?!?!?", I felt like I was drowning in a puddle of my own fluids. Well at least I'll get what I always wanted. I soon felt weak and so, so very tired, once again I went cold this time I was sure I was dead. "NOOO!!!!", I woke up screaming. I looked around, I was in a small, dark room. It had a dark ash side table and a dresser that matched it, there was a rug that had giant looking wolves on it and on the dresser there had been four photos of what looked to be taken in the 1900's. There was a picture of a small boy dressed in overalls with a plain brown shirt underneath it, he was holding a tiller in one hand and in the other he had a beet. He had dirty hair and a weak smile, the other image showed a older girl sitting on a porch swing and was holding a small black and white Jack Russell Terrier, she was wearing a small dress with little flowers sewn into it, she had long black hair and seemed to be in her teen years. In the last photo it showed a giant black wolf covered in blood with a naked female in its giant jaws, that image began to scare me a bit. I began trying to get out of the bed, but as soon as I moved I was in atrocious pain and fell right back down onto the pile of pillows, I lifted up the fort of blankets that was lying atop of me and saw that I had bruises all over my legs, stomach and arms. I still wasn't wearing a shirt but my stomach and ribs had been wrapped along with my half of my left leg and my whole right arm. As I was trying to find out where I was and remember what happened, I heard the faint click of the doorknob, I hurriedly rush the fort of blankets atop of me and pretended I was asleep. Nearly ten seconds after I closed my eyes the door quietly opened, I heard a low huskie voice hollered, "She's still breathing." Some other voice from somewhere else in the building replied, "Is she awake?", "I'll check." Then I felt a hot breath against my neck, I heard him growl like some type of dog, no like a wolf. I tensed up but, not enough for anyone to noticed, he then grazed his hand over my left arm. I started to panic and he must of noticed because he yelled, "Yeah." I quickly tried to get up but as soon as I got my back off the bed the man pushed me down forcefully, "HELP, HELP!!!", I began yelling at the top of my lungs but blood was the only thing that seemed to be coming out. He said something but I couldn't understand, I was beginning to feel sick, I looked to see if there was somewhere I could throw up but I didn't see a trash can. I tried again to get up but he kept me pinned, I said in a faint voice, "I'm going to puke.", "What?" I said once again, "I'm going to puke!" As soon as I said that he jumped off of me and rushed to a different room, he came back in within a matter of seconds and placed a small black trash can with a walmart bag in it at the bedside. I bent over and began to hurrle up all my guts, he went to hold my hair back but I pushed him away. He growled in return and sped away, I threw up a few more times and then fell asleep. *Time Skip (three days later)*

I woke up to the smell of what seemed to be bacon, I was starving. I haven't ate in months, since my "boyfriend" said he wasn't going to let me eat since I was so fat, I crawled out of the bed and stumbled to bedroom door. As soon as I got to the door I fell over, the same guy who carried me from the wood from before ran up the stairs and picked me up, he seemed bigger now I thought. I looked up into his eyes, he gave me that smile of pity, I hated it. I'm not as weak as he thinks I am, but I couldn't help but melt in his eyes of fog. He sat me down on a small cushion in the middle of i'm guessing a living room, he said, "Chill out right here, I'll go get you breakfast."