Whisper

~The Beginning~

Chapter 2:

The cool air embraces my skin as the leaves and thin branches crunch beneath my shoes; it is about to be midnight.

The dark sky compliments the full moon tonight more than ever.

I didn’t know why, but the woods always knew how to draw me in.

Even without planning it I would end up here, alone.

Sometimes it felt more like home than any other place.

You may ask me if I was ever afraid of being in the woods at 11:45 pm?

The truth is, yes.

But there was something about this place that also made me feel safe.

That safety overwhelmed any fear, worry, or doubt.

It was my ‘safe haven’. A place I could rely on to be by myself.

Until tonight.

My foot traces the dirt as I allow the wind to drown my thoughts, calming me down. Usually track helped me drown my thoughts as well. Ever since I could remember I always loved running.

My thoughts enjoyed making me feel uncomfortable, paranoid, insecure, angry.

Like I wasn’t normal. They made me feel crazy. So track and the woods became something that always eased that anger and that feeling accusing me of losing my mind.

*c***k*

A noise pulls me out of my inner thoughts and into reality.

I grow alert of my surroundings. Swallowing the lump that quickly formed in my throat I look around. The noise grows louder. Anxiety cripples my insides making it difficult to remain calm.

The noise of dangerous footprints forming into the ground.

The hairs on my skin shoot up.

A howl.

I gasp. “No”.

I notice prints on the ground. They matched the howl. Wolf prints.

Wolves?

I’ve never encountered wolves. Not here. Not ever.

“HOoOoOoOoOoOoOWwWllll”.

“Ah!” I whimper.

The creature slowly crawls into view.

I breathe heavily, backing away slowly.

The fur is a mixture of gray and white.

The eyes are bright blue and angry.

The wolf growls approaching me.

I try not to make any sounds with my mouth but the urge to scream is threatening me.

A branch snaps beneath my foot.

I trip backwards and fall. Great timing to be clumsy. Another whimper escapes my lips. I'm surprised I have not screamed yet. My eyes close shut and I feel its presence getting closer.

Closer.

CLoser.

CLOser.

CLOSer.

CLOSEr.

CLOSER.

I feel its breath on my face.

My heart thumps rapidly. I'm confident it can hear it thump inside of me. My hands grip the dirt beneath me. My nails dig into the sharp branches and leafs causing a sharp pain to shoot up from my fingers.

I wait for its next move breathing as little as possible. Praying that it kills me quickly or spares my life; whatever it wants to do! I have very little say in this present situation.

Nothing...

!?

I open my eyes and examine the wolf before me.

Its eyes are no longer angry. I ease up.

It stares at me. I stare back in awe. Its eyes were so blue. Beautiful.

It sniffs me; I continuously examine its movements. It licks my cheek. I chuckle. This is so weird. What is it doing here? What does it want? How did it get here?

My hand pets it gently. We begin to grow comfortable. It loves it, I smile.

It suddenly turns around and begins to crawl away from me as if searching for something; I grow confused.

"Where are you going?" I ask crazily thinking it was going to answer me.

It glances at me one more time before disappearing into the bushes/trees.

I let out a huff.

"HoOoOoOoOwWwWllllll". I hear from a somewhat far distance. I smile again. But my smile didn't last so long.

It came back; within seconds, fast, angry, fury in its eyes.

Only thing I saw before blacking out was its teeth, sharp claws, and angry blue eyes.

*Fades To Black*