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I was cold. Freezing. Was it winter already? I thought we still had around two weeks before the first major chill hit the earth. Did it snow already? Was I outside? It's so soft and cold, like snow. Or at least it's what I imagine snow feels like. It always looks like a pillow. I've never had one but I have cleaned two of them and they were very very soft. Am I dead? My last memory was on the kitchen floor. It was dark and the floor was dirty. It felt sticky. It was cold then too. My wolf was barking at me. I think she was worried. I can't feel my head. It's like my body was cut into pieces and I had no control over any parts. Maybe I am dead and this feeling of strange bliss is what death feels like.
Well its a nice death I suppose. Very quiet. It is kind of weird that I haven't seen my wolf. I always imagined that we would see each other one last time before we parted. I don't know if we actually part. I haven't died before. Maybe she already left. It's not like we had much of a friendship. I felt myself drifing when something cold and wet bumped against me. I paid it no mind until it happened again. And again...again. I tried to open my eyes but nothing happened. I went deep into my mind to see if I could find some type of answer. I could walk around here. It was diffrent. There was a brightness that nearly blinded me. Its like I'm walking through light colored fog. There was nothing here. It was just a big empty white, hazy space. It looked like it went on forever. I stood there looking at the whiteness when I felt it again. That cold tap against my hand. I looked down and jumped back. My wolf was looking up at me. She was nearly my height as she stood next to me. Her golden eyes looked up into mine and for a second I thought she might bite me.
I opened my hand and waited to see what she would do. Moment's passed before she lightly pressed her head into my palm. Then she bit me. I wanted to pull my hand back but she didn't bite me hard. She was holding my hand with her teeth which is like the weirdest thing I've ever heard of. She pulled my arm.
''Do you want me to go with you?'' I asked her. I almost thought she hesitated for a second before I saw her nod. I let her lead the way. She dragged me through the back ways of my mind until we reached an edge. Below me was nothing that I could see but I knew if I jumped it would take me back to where I was. I'd leave this wonderful place where everything was quiet and my body didn't ache and no one else was here to be mean to me.
''I don't want to. I like it here." I kept my voice soft. I don't know why my wolf wanted to go back. It's not like she was happy there. I wasn't either. She whined back at me.
''We're just going to wake up on the kitchen floor in pain and then I'll be expected to get up and clean and go about whatever duties it is that I have to do at that time. She pulled my hand closer to the drop.
''No, I want to stay here. You don't know what it's like. You always just disappear and leave me alone!'' Her dark eyes looked into mine and for a moment I could sense the sadness in her stare. Then she blinked and her eyes soured.
''So now you're annoyed! That's not fair! I finally get a moment of peace in all the years of my life, which by the way I don't even know how old I am because I don't have a birthday! I finally don't feel like I'm dying and you want me to go back! Why?'' My chest was heaving up and down with each breath. My hands were shaking at my side as I curled them into balls and then laid them flat against me. I don't know what to do. I can't remeber ever feeling like this. I haven't felt anything for so long that this urge to scream and run and bang my fist against anything was overwhelming. My heart feels like it's going to come out of my chest. She was just watching me. Listening. I think she listening. Her eyes were calm. Focoused. She was everything I wasn't. Finally after what felt like forever, she laid down on the ground. Her eyes found mine as she rested her head on her paws. She was gray. In this big white space, she looked like a giant clump of dust on the floor. I guess we aren't so different.
I took two steps back and sat down. The floor was suprisingly hard. I waited for a few minutes before I scooted closer. A small part of me was expecting her to lash out at me and when she didn't I scooted closer. I was close enough to put my hand by her head. I flatened my palm against the floor and left it by her. I guess she doesn't want to die. I wonder why? I really wanna stay but I guess it's not just my life, it's hers too. I let out a heavy sigh as I felt my heart fill with something I couldn't make sense of.
''You want to live, don't you.'' She pushed her head against my hand until I rested it ontop of her head.
''I guess we can give it one more shot.''
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