ORPHAN aka Violet Haired Girl

chapter five

HIS EYES WERE CAPTIVATING. 

Mesmerising.

Hypnotising.

It felt as if I were drowning. Getting so deep, I can almost touch the bottom. And no one could help me out of it. 

It stared at me with a tilted head, looking almost human. 

I took a step towards him saying, "Aren't you afraid you'll lose your pack?" but it began to run away.

"Wait!" I called out towards it.

It stopped and turned it's head towards me, slightly whimpering. I let out a breath of relief and began to run towards it, but it started to run again.

I groaned and began to follow it. 

My grandmum's voice screamed at me. Saying what I know deep down in my mind was right.

"No! Don't do it!" it repeated over and over again, but my feet won't stop and my heart kept crying out to keep moving.

I jumped over rocks, crawled under logs and dodged branches. My breathing loud and heavy, and my heart pounded against my chest.

My legs felt like seaweed, and my back was hurting because of the heavy bag. The wolf didn't look back at me. It just kept running.

Without warning, it came to an immediate halt right in front of me.

I tripped over it and glared at him, "Why?" 

He looked at me as if he were about to laugh and I rolled my eyes getting up. I dusted my jeans and was going to grab my flashlight from where it flew, only to see another wolf staring at me with green eyes.

Like mine.

What the hell?

I swiftly picked up my flashlight and pointed it in the direction of the wolf to try and identify the wolf's fur colour only to see it gone.

The only family that has green eyes in this village is the Harper family. My family. And to see a wolf, with green eyes is-

I stepped back and shuddered.

It was getting cold, and everything felt wrong. I wanna go home. I want grandmum.

The wolf I followed began to whimper again, and I turned to see what the matter was and came face to face with another pack of wolves gathering around me.

My heartbeat quickened and I started to walk away, only to be surrounded my a group of eight.

Where in the world did they come from?

"Good doggies?" was all I could say, awkwardly laughing and slowly taking off one of my shoes in case they attack.

The grey wolf's eyes stared at mine once more and a brown wolf pushed me down. "Ow." I glared at it but it ignored me and started sniffing my hands and my hair. It barked low and deep, then he and the grey wolf began to walk closer to me.

I hugged myself and began to pray. The sun peaked through the trees, showing it was morning and I know grandmum would be worried sick if she found out I was surrounded by a pack wolves.

The wolf stopped in front of me and placed his paw on my knee, whimpering softly, as if it were trying to tell me something.

"I-I'm sorry..I don't seem to understand you." I said sadly, "What do you mean?" The wolves looked at eachother and then they all began to scatter.

What the hell?

The grey wolf barked at me, and began to run in the same direction it ran from last time, and stopped when it realised I wasn't following him.

He looked back at me and pointed his nose to the direction it was taking me and I assumed he meant me to follow him, but I couldn't follow him.

I didn't even know where I was.

I just wanted to go home.

Thoughts of the woods came back to me.

It was supposed to be peaceful.

Calm.

But the woods felt different. It didn't feel the same as it felt when grandfather was here. The woods weren't supposed to be like this.

It felt mysterious, and lonely but yet still having company.

And it wasn't company I would want to meet.

I miss grandfather. He would know what to do. He was the expert afterall.

He never led me astray and he never left me wondering like grandmum did now.

But grandmum was never this quiet, she was always ready to answer any of my questions before grandfather died.

Death changes people.

And I felt it changing me.

Sighing, I sat and placed my bag on the ground and took out my vodka, I know I shouldn't drink it early for it was...

I checked my phone.

Four in the morning.

But I had to. I need to drink something.

The wolf stared at me as I took a sip of my vodka, I think it hesitated to come closer, but when it did, it lashed the bottle out of my hand, making it spill, the earth taking in the liquid.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Why did you do that? What the hell?"

He layed down and put a paw on his face, feeling regretful and I just shook my head.

I grabbed my bag and began to walk away. Leaving the wolf behind me.

My sweet money that I spent on that, and I didn't even get to drink any.

I didn't even know where I was going but I kept walking away from the wolf.

Who does he think he is?

He's not even going to pay me back for it.

I pushed my hands in my pockets, this time I looked around my surroundings.

My eyes scanning the area.

There were no bones, no dead animals.

Nothing.

I don't understand.

What kind of wild animals would not eat and leave their half-eaten food knocking about?

The atmosphere began to shift, and this feeling wasn't admirable.

The further I travelled, the further the trees hung low.

My lips felt dry, I needed to go home. I'm thirsty.

Looking around, I felt eyes on me and I wrapped my arms around my body to hug myself.

I shouldn't have done this. I shouldn't have left home.

Grandmother's probably worried sick right now and I know I'll have to suffer major consequences when I step foot inside of the cottage.

My head started to hurt, and I looked around for a river, a waterfall, a creek, anything.

I don't like this.

A tear slipped from my eye, and I felt myself getting miserable. The breeze was chilly but my forehead was burning up.

I felt the ruffle from my hair slip out and I bent to pick it up, only for my head to pound faster.

I groaned and stood up, grabbing my hair to put the ruffle back in but it was hot.

"Yelp!" I pulled back my hands and shook them. Hair isn't supposed to burn.

My eyes widened. A flashback from a year ago reminding be about my hair burning.

The wigs.

What?

What was going on?

I began to hear footsteps behind me and I screamed out of reflex.

"Hush, child." I heard a voice say behind me.

I slowly turned around to see the grey wolf and a familiar face standing beside it.

My heart slowed down and I felt a great wash of relief over me.

"Violet."

"Grandmum." I said as I stepped towards her, hugging her tightly, not wanting to let go. I felt defeated.

The woods were too big. Too much. I'm not ready...

"I want to go home."

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