A Wolf's bite

Chapter two

The next day was my sister’s funeral, she was about to be buried. Now, all I have is her graduation picture and her memories. Sweet memories we shared with each other. I saw my mom was crying beside my sister’s coffin, while my dad’s arms were around her shoulders, giving her comfort. I can’t cry any longer. I’m actually tired of it. It only adds up to my depression. I took a step toward my sister’s coffin to take one last look.

“Goodbye, Sammy… I really had a great time with you. I don’t even know what life would be without you. But I guess as you would always say, ‘we had to accept the things that are meant for us to happen. To move on and start something new. Sam, I would really miss you, all those times, it had been a great harmony. I always love you, Sammy. I always do. It’s been so great with you. I’m so grateful, I had you as my sister. But now, that you’re gone, I promise you, you will always remain in my heart. Goodbye… I love you, Sammy..”

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After the reading, Sammy’s coffin has been buried. Our other relatives already went home. My father, mother and me were the ones left. Time flies and my mother asked me if I’m ready to go but I chose to stay. She informed me that she’ll be waiting at the car. I was left alone, gazing down Sammy’s tomb.

After a while, the wind became colder but still I stayed until my wound in my arm hurts. It was searing with pain. I was down on my knees, holding my arm. I looked for a place to hide, behind a tree. I was down again on my knees. I felt I was blazing with fire. Every part of me felt very hot inspite of the cold wind brushing against my skin. My sweat started to prickle down my neck. Something’s wrong with me. I don’t know which is which. Just then I saw someone behind a tree. A man. He looked so familiar to me. The way he looks at me sent me a cold shiver down my spine. And… and his eyes. Blue eyes. A flashback vision diverted me. Blue eyes turning to red. Of course! He was the man who helped us when we were attacked by the wolves.

I tried to get on my feet and called,

“hey, wait!” I ran toward him but he moved too fast.

“hey!” I called again, speeding up my steps.

There was something about that man. Just then I saw a paper folded in half, lying on the ground. I picked it up with my own bare hands. As I opened it, it was obviously scribbled in handwriting:

“You must go back…..

Don’t ever come near the woods…

Again….”         -O.J.

I don’t understand even a scheme about this paper. Perhaps, it may be a warning. But what for? What does it mean? Wait! Did that man just left it in purpose or someone may have dropped it? But somehow, I folded back the paper in half and put it inside my coat. I went back to the memorial and realized my arm doesn’t hurt anymore. I met mom down the road, looking for me.

“Sally? Where on earth have you been?”

“I…. I was just…. I mean… I thought I saw something in the bushes… and… it’s only a squirrel..” I stammered, trying to hide the guilt in my face.

“A squirrel?”

“Yeah. Right.”

“Let’s go, then.”

The moment we got home, I can’t just stop thinking about the man and the letter. It sounds really creepy than eerie. I was on my room lying down on my bed, thinking and playing it all over and over again in my head until I fell asleep.