Reminiscence

Chapter 6

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A shuddering howl permeated throughout the woods.The sound vibrated; the trees whistled and the wind picked up its rhythm. The howling was shockingly eerie to my ears but it seemed to also have an effect on the wolf, stunning the wolf in his movements.  

The jaws immediately retracted from my shoulder, the wolf rocked my body as he jumped off my back with a thump behind me. Which caused sharp aches to render my body half conscious and stagnant.

 The erratic pulse rounded to my ears; and with a slight pounce, his claws scraped against my shoulder blades as he rocketed over my head and vigorously ran into the woods. 

Trying to not close my eyes, my mind was backing in and out of consciousness, wincing at the shooting pains making my back ache. The tension  crawling along my arm numb the sensations and increasing a lack of productivity and make it seem as if acquiescing to the pain was a more fortunate decision. I should just give in and take a boat ride to the underworld. 

As quick as the thought came, it fell apart just as fast when I heard a howl, closing in, much closer to where I was lying; I immediately opened my eyes at the sound.  Looking behind my shoulder but ceased when the action only made my back crack. I waited for his claws to clamp its sharp pointed edges at my badly, I waited for the excruciating pain.

Shocked, I slowly pushed myself up with my bruised arms, wincing at the scraps and  scratches, my eyes watered ,but I rubbed the tears away.

With mud crusted hands nonetheles.  I  wondered what I looked like with bruised arms, bloody scratches and hair like a golden Albert Einstein, but then I  just shake that disturbing irrevelant thought from my mind.  It would not have been a pretty sight. 

 Hey, no mirror around makes this girl really happy to not know whether or not I was like a junkie from one of those horror movies. . but a cell phone would be good. My cell phone was forgotten at the hotel room when I rushed to break myself from the doors, forgotten in the rush to escape the deranged man I called 'father'.

The memory still chilled me to bones, and it wasn' t just because my clothes were ripped enough that the wind can just go right through it, or that I was almost topless waist up, with my shirt ripped in the arms, and stomach. Add some blood and I would look like those zombies from horror move The Grave. 

I swear if I told someone this story, the police would come barging in with the psychiatrist doctors right behind to check out the 'wacked up  druggie in lala land', which would be me. I would be like on the front page of the New York Times, front and center;  Survivor of an alleged wolf incident, Psycotic junkie drunk too high or Disallusioned teen going through withdrawals from death of family. The things reporters say to have a good story at the end of the day or just a good paycheck, so very highly idiotic. 

   The wind started to pick up, the sky was darkening into a black plum color which meant that it was a more than a little late. I slowly looked from left to right and seemed that there was really no one around I  started in the direction of a gap between two trees, the ground crunching below me; the leaves brushed my feet, my scandals torn.

  I circled my arms around my waist, rubbing up and down to keep my arms warm. My body was sluggish and I could barely walk with the injuries inflicted on my body. The farther I walked, the trees seemed more gnarly and creepy.The air seemed to be foggy, almost suffocating, like those cemetery graveyards. Clearly  an addition of some dilapidated graves, rotting skeletons and horror movie music.  

Halting in mid step, I thought I saw something flash before my eyes but thought of it as justmy imagination.

Bigger than the wolf that attacked me, what if it was dangerous? I shook my head out of those thoughts. I didn't need them this minute, not now I just needed to remind myself that I was able to get out of this place. even if I have to kill myself to get out, which I think will happen if the wolf finds me. 

Great the next thing you'll see is a big furry monster coming to rip you in half. Stop freaking yourself out, Anabella.

Suddenly, the sound of knives screeching on a blackboard made me twirl around to find myself face to face with the snarling face of the wolf who attacked me. I felt my face drain of blood, my limbs were stunned with fear. The fur of the wolf was now more dirty that before, but now it was matted with blood stains.

 I whimpered at remembering his teeth gnashed against my shoulder. My arm still throbs from the excruciating pain, remembering the rancorous sight of the wolf's eyes staring at me. It was as if my life was just food for kill; the prickling goosebumps  are still there.  

My legs started to move in the opposite direction before I could register what I was doing or where I was going. In the back of my mind, I knew that it was stupid to run away, or turn your back against an untamed animal, but hell to all that. 

No. Way. In. Hell.

I think stupidity and adrenaline controls my mind now.

Barely taking a pause, I sprinted in the other direction, my feet catching onto the dust and grass, the ground pounded towards the back which made me think that it was following me. In my mind I should have watched in which direction I was heading, but I was carelessly just rushing from the deranged animal with no thought of a plan of action to escape the wolf.

A streak of silver crossed my view, which caused me end up tripping onto a stump of what used to be a treeâs base forcing my body to twist and splay on the ground scratching my hands.

The old  wounds seemed to gradually reopen again at the rough sensation of the prickly leaves on the ground. I heard closing footsteps and growling to the back of my direction, I tried to strain my neck to look around my surroundings to find something to use as a weapon.

   I reached my good arm when I glimpsed at a 2 inch wide tree branch. The pain from  my broken shoulder made me wince. I could almost reach the branch, my fingers grazed the twigs near it. I stretched my arm more, chanting it doesn' t hurt, it doesn' t hurt.

I grasped the branch when something bumped into the tree.

Yes!

My hand grasped the branch like it was my only lifeline, well it kind of was. But before I could rejoice more, two eerie golden eyes peered out at me. I immediately stepped back, but momentum pushed my weak knees down. My arms felt like jello, which made my hands grip more tightly onto the branch but I kept my eyes secured on the wolf that appeared in front of me. The eys held this intensity that I seen with a 

I gasped silently, the wolf was like a Siamese cat, layered black silky fur with almost hinted with golden streaks like honey, with an almost silver sheen coat mostly lit by the sun. It's shadow cast by the sun could not have conceaed l the vast beauty of this towering  wolf. 

But my musings turned a bleak corner when I suddenly remembered my dire situation. Right now was not the time to be daydreaming of a wolf, just when you were attacked by an untamed wolf a few hours ago. what happened to common sense, I moved back a little , which in response the wolf stepped forward. 

I glanced at the woods searching for the untamed wolf, but it was as if the wolf disappeared without a trace. I looked back to the black wolf.

 Was he a lone wolf, an oversized pet of someone who lived close? Not possible.  If that's the answer then well, someone must have over fed him by a lot! Maybe the owner wanted to present him to an international  dog show or something?

Or worse...Was he one of the violent wolf's companion  or maybe  just a wolf part of a pack looking for lunch?