Fight or Flight

A single dream wakes me from the dead of sleep. That single dream sends both dread and joy through my bones, and my mind races with questions. What if it is true? What will I do? How can I be a better supporter as well as a mother and wife? How will my family react? Then a sudden wave of fear washes over me. Am I pregnant again?? A month latter   It’s been a month since I first started having these dreams they are similar but never the same. I can only remember one vividly, it started out as if I was driving heading somewhere where I am uncertain, but that is as much as I can remember. It was getting late When the next thing I know I was hit from my left side. Everything goes dark when I come in and out First thing I notice is that it’s night. The second thing I noticed is I’m hanging upside down still strapped in my seatbelt and that some kind of liquid is dripping onto the roof of my car. I jump when I hear movements from outside my car. Frightened of what it or they may be I scramble to search for my knife and gun. To no avail to retrieve either. A furious howl leaves my body frozen with fear. “Oh, God I’m about to be supper for a pack of wolves” was the only thing that seemed to register in my mind. A dangerous snarl jilted me back to the situation at hand. The fury within the wild bests eyes was frightening, and yet it’s eyes invited comfort.   That was the last sight before blacking out once more. The feeling of water droplets landing upon my face is what invites me back. As I wake I find myself in a solid stone room with only one window. There is also a thick metal door. This is when I discovered an IV, and bag of blood being pumped into me. “Ok, where am I? What the hell happed?, and what the f**k is going on?!” At that instant the door flys open with energy, I jump and scream being startled by the sudden entrance. A group of people crowd into the large room. My eyes are racking over each body that comes into sight. My heart lurches as my adrenaline kicks into high gear. This catches everybody’s attention starring at me like I’m about to be their next meal.  Where the hell am I? I ask as my voice wavers. No one responds so i round up the courage and demand an answer this time. Tell me where the hell I am, now. I say with force that seems to push the crowd a step or two back from where they were standing. Two more people walk in the room and as they do the man answers my question. You madam are in my home as a guest/patient. Confusion flushes my face. “The last thing I remember was being in my car face to face with an extraordinarily large wolf before blacking out”. My face averts to the man standing directly in front of me and asked what happened to me. Two weeks latter     The whole time being here I have been kept under close watch; as if I can run away and know where I’m going right. The man I met refused to explain everything to me. I was given a room out of the basement I was also given some notebooks and pencils to wright down my meals in one then my thoughts in the other. Lord I feel like I’m being examined but my latest thoughts entry I drafted down stuff that seem different about myself since the incident. It was a gloomy day when I finally get a visitor since I first arrived here. I find my self speaking without thinking “It’s about time some one checks to see If I’m still breathing”. The visitor laughs.  My body turns so quickly I almost stumble. At the sight of my husband tears flow down my face and I race to his embrace.We stay in this position for a while attempting to question his appearance. After what seemed an hour he pulls away and kisses me on the lips. Wanting to savoy his taste, touch, and smell I linger for a moment longer. My pull away tears me knowing something is up I ask him once again how he found me. A darker shade over takes his emerald eyes, he sighs a long soft sigh as he lowers his face down to look at the hard wood flooring.  William starts off with a shaky beginning “there is something I never told you or anyone I’ve ever been with, and I should of told you sweetie I just was afraid of what might of happened so ended up never telling you, I want you to know that I truly do love you and hope that someday you will find a way to forgive me. He pauses searching for some sort of reaction from me but all I say is spill it he nods in response. Ok, my family heritage has been mysterious for many centuries. Well when William II was born a lot of reviled to me. What I’m trying to say is I’m not human