The Moon Walkers

Peaceful Bliss

Death did not come for me after all; the pain radiating through my sore muscles and my shoulder is proof of that. I haven't opened my eyes yet; I fear that I am back in that horrid room with the fading pink walls, the bed held together by tape propped up with bricks, and one lonely shelf with the ten used and abused books. I can feel the bed underneath me is softer than the one I have been used to my whole life; the pillow isn't rock hard and doesn't have an indentation of my head in the middle. The covers on me are softer and smell clean instead of musty. I can hear people whispering; I can feel a breeze ever so slightly brush by my face.

What if this is all just my imagination or my mind playing tricks on me, making me feel and hear things to calm my mind before I open my eyes and the Alpha of the Night Hound pack will be standing over me, pouring into me with those dead black eyes before he kills me.

I think I will keep my eyes closed for now if this is my mind playing tricks on me; I don't mind one bit; I feel fresh for once, and it smells nice. I'd rather stay in this peaceful bliss. The whispering is getting louder. Whoever is talking is walking closer to where I'm lying; I heard a door open and close. But no sound of a key locking the door followed. A heavy thud and a sigh came from my right.

"I hope you will wake up soon."

That didn't sound like my captor. This wasn't a raspy gurgling animalistic grunt. It was a man. His voice was deep, kind with a hint of authority; it made me feel safe. The breeze flowing in carried his scent to me, lemons with a touch of mint. It wrapped around me, making me shiver, not a cold or an uncomfortable shiver that I have gotten so accustomed to but a pleasant shiver I could feel the goosebumps slowly rising on my arms and legs.

Maybe it was okay for me to open my eyes. My imagination is good but not this good. Surely my mind cannot make up a smell; that's just weird.

Okay…. Count to three……

One…

Two…

Three….

Slowly opening my eyes, I blinked a couple times to get used to the light. Looking up, the ceiling was pure white with some light fixtures in the corners. Turning my head to the left, there's some weird tv looking thing. I have no idea what it is, but there's a wire coming out, and it is attached to my chest strange; there's also some pole thingy with a bag at the top that's also connected to me. Stay calm; maybe they're not drugging you, or perhaps they are. I could feel my pulse quicken, and my breath hitched.

I turned my head to the right. I wanted to see who was next to me, but I didn't want him to know I was awake; slowly, I turned my head fully to the right without making any noise. He was sitting in an oversized white cushioned chair, one leg over the other in a relaxed position, his elbow propped on the side of the chair; he had a book in his hand, his other arm was draped over the other side of the chair. He looked healthy, with a good amount of muscle; black drawings cowered his arm that was relaxed on his side. Glancing up to see his face, the first thing I saw was a long scar starting from the side of his jaw going under his shirt; maybe he is some mafia boss, and he's going to sell me?

Let's not get ahead of myself; he might be nice….. although he looks intimidating. Looking at his side profile, he has a plump bottom lip and a slightly thinner top lip, his nose is perfectly straight, and he has a slight stubble. His dark brown hair is a bit messy as if he's been running his hands through it. Maybe I've been looking for too long because what he said next made me turn a bright shade of red.

"I can feel you looking at my doll."

He turned, and those emerald green eyes made contact with my ocean blue, and I felt like I was hit by a train, the emotion that ran through my body was foreign, but it felt terrific its as if my body was on fire for a second. I swear I can hear howling in my head.

"Mate"