Forever Bound

Chapter 11

        When the world of fantasy ceases to be nonexistent, everything you have ever held as truth dissolves away and you are left with questions with no answers.

No answer no matter how logical seemed to fit the questions which swirled around my mind in a constant loop. One would come to my mind then be dispelled into the abyss of my unconscious without an answer, then another would come up, an endless merry go round of who’s, what’s, why’s how’s and doubt.

Slowly and aggressively the questions began to eat away at my mind, driving me insane. I paced around my room mumbling to myself reasonable explanations but nothing seemed to fit. Every second that passed in the dark was menacing, I screamed I thrashed around, I cried, but I still didn’t know. Tired and exhausted I dropped my self on my bed and stared absently at the ceiling. The questions came back, who am I? What am I? How is this possible? Why is this happening to me? Am I even human anymore? Dark clouds splotched over my vision and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I stirred on my bed, I had dreamt of nothing until out of the darkness I saw it, him, me. Big beady green eyes a huge standout against thick voluminous black fur. I opened my eyes and leapt from my bed in frustration, walked to one of the walls then slowly and involuntarily brought my fingers into a fist and punched the wall. A hole fashioned where my fist had made impact. My bottom lip quivered as I looked at my bleeding knuckles, a gut wrenching pain crawling up my arm. Then like a starfish regenerating the wounds slowly closed up and it was like nothing had happened.  There were no cuts or bruises on my hand, neither was there pain in my arm.

            Sunlight streaked in through the window warming my arms. I fought the urge to look in the mirror, afraid of what I may find, afraid of what I may not. I slid down the wall and cradled my head in my hands.

 Nothing in the world made sense anymore. Werewolves were mythical creatures, they didn’t exist, how could they, how could I be one? Maybe I was delusional; maybe I was going crazy. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself of my insanity, I knew I wasn’t.

A thought popped into my mind putting an abrupt end to my pity party I leapt off the floor and embarked on a rage filled journey to Badica forest in search of answers. That was where this had all begun, the night I was attacked by the wolf.

 When I was far enough away from my house I broke into a run. I didn’t have super human speed but I was fast enough. Everything in the forest was a blur, blurbs of green and strokes of brown passing by me. I ran and ran until I reached the thick dense part of the forest which told me I was on the other side. I slowed to a steady jog then eventually stopped letting out quick short pants. I couldn’t believe it, I Riley Cruze had ran, nonstop p from one end of Badica forest to the next.

The effects of the run began to sink in, my legs felt numb my chest tight and throat dry but I laughed. I had gotten all my questions answered. If I was what I thought I was and I had done those things to Greg and Sully, then there was only one explanation. I have the upper hand.

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           When I finally got home night had fallen so I decided to sneak in the back as not to disturb anyone. I twisted the knob to find the door closed. I wiggled the door knob, trying to force my way in, to no avail until someone opened it on the other side. The smell of roast beef hit me, followed by a pillow, over and over again. “Caitlin it’s me I said, the sounds getting muffled by the pillow. She stopped and I threw up my hands eyeing the glistening steak knife she held in her right hand.

            “Jesus Riley you scared me,” she said in pants “I scared you? Caitlin you are holding a knife ready to slit my throat,” she lowered her hand “I’m sorry I thought you were the wolf or bear or the psycho that’s been attacking people.” She stormed to the couch and slumped down. She brought her knees up and buried her head in them letting out sobs and sniffles. Cautiously, I went over to the couch, not knowing what to say. I placed my arm around her and she fell into me. “Badica Hill isn’t safe anymore, somebody just died again yesterday,” I felt a pang of guilt as she uttered her fears.

        “Everything’s going to be fine; I promise this is going to be the last death in Badica.” She raised her head, “how do you know that Riles, we could be next.” Her face was streaked with tears, her pupils dark brown circles, her chocolate skin glowing like the light of a million fireflies against the reflection of the television. Her beauty was mesmerizing. “I’m sure” I whispered leaning in to kiss her, she kissed back for a brief second then the lights went on pulling us apart.