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It was dark when I woke up at the foot of the stairs. My body was aching more than it normally did. What happened to me? I was walking away from Alpha Damian's room and this girl was walking up and then I remembered. A pair of hands had graced my back and I ended up on the bottom of the stairs. I used the nearby banister to lift myself up. How long was I here? The hallway lights were off so I know someone had seen me. My hea had landed close to the wall with the light switch. At night someone came shut them off and only small lights where spaced out on the floor by the carpet. Thanks the gods I wasn't bleeding. I'd never get the stain out and I'd probably be beat afterwards. One foot moved in front of the other and suddenly the room started tilting. Everything was swaying side to side. I reached out for the stair railing but it kept shifting and I couldn't grab it. I lurched myself foreward and held on. Using one foot to tap the step infront me, I slowly made my way down the rest of the stairs by walking sideways.
I finally reached the final step. Now what? If I let go I'll fall. Granted I would be closer to the floor and it wouldn't hurt so much. I closed my eyes to block the spinning room so I could think better. Even the darkness in my mind started moving. I think I'm gonna throw up. Now would be a good time for my wolf to show up if she cares the slightest bit about me. About us. I could barely see in the full darkness of the living space. I stood there for what felt like hours as I held on. I didn't wanna fall back down. My side felt like it was being slowly ripped open like the threads of tshirt. My legs were starting to shake. I was sweating and the stairs railing was slipping from under me. I need to sit. I shut my eyes and squatted until I felt my bottom touch the step. I let myself go and landed with a soft thump onto the hardwood step. That was when I got an idea. I slid down to the next step and the next until I scooted foreward and there was no more steps to go down.
I was finally on the floor. I got on all four and crawled my way to the basement entrance. Once I found it, I'd just have to go down the stairs again. By then it might be morning. As I felt my way along the cold kitchen tiles, the thought of just falling alseep here was very tempting. My knees were burning and wobbly from dragging and pressing into the floor. My hands and palms ached from falling and from supporting my weight while I crawled. Sweat was dripping down my body. I think I left a trail from the stairs. It felt like someone was stabbing my body over and over everytime I moved. My arms couldn't take it anymore. I need a break. My arms shook as I held myself up. They held for as long as they could until my elbows gave out and snapped from under me. The cold floor was a welcome distraction from the pain radiating in my body. The chill seeped into my bones and dried the sweat on my body. For the first time in forever, I felt a sense of peace circling around me. There were no worries, no pain, no stress. It didn't even matter that I could feel my wolf perk up and start looking around. I watched walk a bit closer and stare at me.
This was the most interaction we've had since I shifted for the first time. It wasn't entirely her fault. I wasn't allowed to shift and she couldn't stand the way people treated me so she chose to look away. I was always holding her back anyway. Maybe she'd be happier with another human. She was barking at me. I couldn't hear her but I could see the way she was pacing. I wish I was better, maybe then she'd be my friend. That was the only thing I wanted. Someone I could talk to, hang out, do whatever it is that people do when their friends. I didn't care about a mate. I think I'm going to die alone anyway. I don't think there was anyone made for me. Everyone says that when your wolf finds her mate you know. It hits you like lightening. My wolf and I weren't close enough so she never came to the surface long enough to see. Maybe she knows we're meant to be alone. The kitchen was growing darker than I believed possible. Everything was fuzzy or hazy. I can't keep my eyes open. I'm so tired. I haven't slept more than three hours for weeks. Maybe I'm just done. I can't do this anymore. I think I'll sleep here. The basement's too cold anyway since it's winter. The floor's warmer. The heaviness in my body was leaving. I feel like I'm flying. My face was sticky and wet. Did something spill in the kitchen? I thought I cleaned everything? Unless someone came in and spilled something while I was upstairs. Oh well, that's not my problem. I'm supposed to be sleeping. I shut my eyes and let the darkness fully consume me on the wet black and white tiles of the kitchen floor inbetween the island and the dishwasher. It took a few seconds but I could myself slipping away. I watched my wolf. It was as if she was behind a glass wall, She was barking so much spit and drool was leaking from her mouth. She paced back and forth . The wall was her own. She had put it up to keep me out. All she had to do was tear it down and she'd reach me but I don't think I mattered that much to her. Maybe she just wants me to stay awake longer. I shut my eyes and felt nothing.
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