Confessions of a Wanton

22 Changing

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"You ok lady?" The boy asked.

I can feel the grass under me, the roots stretching beneath the earth. The tree beside us reaching high above us towards the heavens. It's root spread outward, finding nourishment in the damn soil. The flowers beyond the grass feel different, I can practically taste them, the colors melding in my minds eye as separate tiny entities showing their faces to the sky, drinking in the suns rays greedily. A few are diminishing, their life forces ebbing as they near the end of their cycle. Others are in pain, cut off near the stock where the pretty flowers had been picked. I can feel their need to grow, to replace their amputated limb.

They're all staring at me now. I blink up at the kids who'd just asked me the question I didn't hear. There's a ringing in my ears that's getting louder, a virtual white noise creating a void in my head. A burning sensation starts in my chest and starts spreading to my limbs. I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out but a whimper.

My hands are shaking now, a small tremble that started in my fingertips slowly making its way up my arms. A growl escapes my lips, low, menacing. I don't know where it came from.

"Fuck. Kids get your mom." There is a tall muscular man crouching where the dog was seconds before. He's naked. I think he's the one who spoke? That's all I can think before my head begins to pound. My fingers hurt, they feel wet, when I look down at them there's blood beginning to pour out from under my nails. I can't even manage the scream that's threatening to burst from my chest. I feel tight, like an overripe berry about to burst at the seams. Something inside me wants to come out and it's not taking no for an answer. Is this what Killian meant by changing? I can talk to fucking plants and I'm about to explode?!

I'm suddenly airborne, but I can't see. The world is blinding, white. I can feel my eyelids are open, I blink, but the colors stay the same. I never thought going blind would be like this. I'm no longer on the ground, the distance I feel from the plants I just communicated with feels immeasurable.

Voices penetrate the void I'm in. One sounds female, frantic. The others are deep, male. I feel a warmth envelope me before the white takes over and I feel nothing.

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"Char?" I hear the feminine voice as if through a filter, it's far away, disembodied, though I know that who ever spoke has my head in their lap.

I don't want to move. My entire body feels like it's been hit by a train. My toes hurt, my ankles, my legs throb, my stomach is clenching, my back spasms, my arms are limp and stinging, my neck feels like it's been cut and stuck on a pole, my head is on fire. Though I know, that the worst is over. I'd already felt the most pain I would feel. I don't know how I know this though. Perhaps that's what the lady had just said?

I try to open my eyelids. They're crusted shut. I shift to rub them only to mewl in pain, my arms don't want to bend. They don't want to complete the action.

Something warm and wet is on my face, gently wiping it down. My eyes sting as they are gently wiped. Tears leak from my eyes and I whimper.

"Hold on, let me take care of you." The female voice is familiar. I know I've heard it somewhere.

I feel strange. Like my shape is all wrong. One minute I was in pain and now I'm not. But everything feels foreign. I open my eyes slowly.

Everything looks different. Like I'm looking through a tv, staring at the world like it's an old movie. Everything is black and white. There are shades of grey but no color. What the hell?

I'm in what looks like a cage, but it's really big, like gorilla sized. In a basement. The walls and floor are the ugly grey of cement. There's no decorations adorning the walls, no windows either. Definitely the underground feel. The ceiling has those cross beams that most cellars and basements do, a few of the hanging lights with a cord are attached to it all in a row. They're all on. I'm glad. I hate the dark. Even if things are black and white.

I try to rub my eyes, but my hands feel wrong. I scratch my face, which feels wrong too. I'm looking down at myself, everything is black. Black fur covers my body. Which is fucking huge. I have fucking paws, and a fucking tail. My ears are on top of my head, I pull them back testing them. Before sniffing the fur with my snout. What the fuck?! I have a fucking snout? It's definitely me I'm smelling but I'm a fucking wolf? What was in that drink Killian gave me?

"Steady honey." The Woman is speaking to me. I can feel a hand on my head. It feels tiny as she runs her fingers through my fur. I feel slightly calmer as she does this. I let my body relax on the ground, realizing that I'm actually laying on an array of blankets. I blink as color begins to seep back into my vision.

The floor seems closer and the lady whose lap I'm laying in let's out a short gasp. I look up at her. Her pretty chocolate eyes are looking at me filled with unshed tears. Her lips tremble into a thin line. Her short curly hair is tucked behind her ears but is escaping and covering her face. She sniffled before grabbing one of the blankets and covering me. The wolf I was is gone, and I'm naked.

Was I drugged? I've never done drugs before, I've seen the effect it can have on people. Ruins lives, rips holes in families, makes nice people the meanest you'll ever meet. Not me though. I hadn't done them before so... perhaps this is their effect on me? What ever I had taken seemed to make me think I'd turned into a wolf and can talk to plants.

My laughter sounds a little manic, even to me.

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