03~ His Mark
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Dora couldn't wait any longer for the weekend to go. She knew Monday was her only chance to meet the boss officially, her curiosity turned to nervousness. She had already forgotten about the note, and since no one had come to tell her about who the "He" is, she felt less bothered about it.
That night, she had gone to buy some thing to eat since there was nothing in the kitchen. She had her ear pod on, listening to one of Rihanna's songs. She stopped by at the supermarket to buy a few things she would need for the night and the following morning.
After shopping, she held the two nylon bags in her both hands, silently walking back home. She got to the door, dropped the bags on the ground to open the door. She noticed it was already open. She furrowed her brows, recalling not leaving the door unlocked.
She gently opened the door, her eyes welcomed the sight of claw marks on her couch. It's just a few minutes walk and all of a sudden her sitting room is looking like a mess. She left her food stuff outside, glaring around her already messed room.
She froze at the sight of the bloody writing on the wall. "I'm Coming For You, Dora."
Dora quickly left her home, picking her bags from the ground. She speedily headed to Myra's place which wasn't so far from her home. To get there in time, she stopped a cab which drove her there.
Myra was surprised to see her looking startled and terrified. "What's wrong, Dora?" Myra asked worriedly.
She was breathing heavily, pointing in a direction. Myra went outside to see what she was pointing at but found nothing. She closed the door, "Dora, you're scaring me. Say some thing, what's wrong?"
"I don't know, Myra, but I think some one is watching me."
"Some one is watching you?" She asked, confused. "Who is watching you?"
"I don't know." She drops the bags on the couch, shoving her hair frustratedly. "Two nights ago, I got a note from a stranger while on my way home. I couldn't see who it was, but when I read the note, it says some one is watching me."
Myra held her shoulder, pulling her to sit down. She sat beside her. "I'm listening."
"I was scared, but I didn't want to believe that note was true. And just this night, I left to buy this stuff," She said, pointing at the nylon bags on the couch. "I remember locking my door, I remember leaving it well arranged but when I got back, it was looking totally different."
"Different like how?"
"There were claw marks on the couch and on the wall. Then, they left a message on my wall." Again, she shoved her hair back again, sighing heavily.
"What message?" Myra was already growing anxious. "What did it say?"
Dora looked at her, hesitating to reply. "I'm Coming For You, Dora."
"Oh my goodness, Dora, who the f**k could that be?"
Dora was speechless to talk about it, she was still recovering from the trauma of what she had seen. She looked at Myra but didn't say any thing, "Why do I feel like that note is real?"
"Could it be that it's some one you know?" Myra asked. "Some one who doesn't know you can't just keep an eye on you for nothing. Or do you have any thing that belongs to this person?"
Dora thought earnestly at her words, trying to remember if she ever had any thing that belonged to some one and yet has refused to return it back. The mark on her hand didn't occur to her mind, she had paid less concern to it since it stopped hurting her.
She believes it was only a mark and nothing more.
"I don't remember..." She paused as the thought of the mark came to her mind. "This doesn't mean any thing, does it? I mean, it stopped hurting me since a year ago."
Myra took her hand, staring at the mark. "You never told me you had a scar. What happened to you?"
"That was twelve years ago. Micky and I had gone out to play when I saw it. Its eyes were so red, angry, he looked scarier than a monster."
"Hold on. Who is Micky? And who is this thing you're talking about?" She asked, confused.
"Micky is my dog, he was the closest thing to me at that time. After we met this creature, he left me and we never saw each other again." She paused, trying to recall what the creature looked like. "It was a wolf, a big scary wolf. Its eyes were death, and I still can't tell how I got to survive. All he left with me was this, he had bitten me then ran off. I didn't care to check or find out what that creature wanted at that time, all I wanted was to go home."
"Let me guess, you were stubborn back then."
"You can say that again." She looked at her wrist. "Some times, I feel like he's after my life, maybe to complete what he wasn't able to. You know, he wanted to kill me, and from the look in its eyes, I could tell it wanted me dead."
"I've heard so much about werewolves, they are the most dangerous creatures in the world. And they don't joke with their marks."
She looked at the scars again. "I think he's back for me. I can feel it. Ever since the mark stopped hurting me, I knew he was some where around."
Myra touched her. "You're not alone, Dora, you've got me."
Dora slept without eating any thing. Myra had forced her to eat before going to bed, but she was bothered about the mark and what it meant. Myra went to check on her before going to her room.
While Dora slept, an image in a wolf form appeared on the window, staring at her. Suddenly, she woke up screaming, holding her wrist. Myra who just got on the bed rushed to Dora's room. She held her, trying to calm her down.
"Hey. Hey, what's wrong?"
Dora was holding her wrist where the mark is, crying. "Myra, it hurts. It hurts so much."
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