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AWAKE

He sat in a meadow with his wispy tail swaying behind him, with the cool wind gently caressing his gray fur coat that swayed in place. He was beautiful, he stared into my soul and seemed to call out to me. His name was at the tip of my tongue but whenever I tried to call it I would always awaken from my dream. I didn’t know who that mysterious wolf was but I felt drawn to him, like there was an invisible cord connecting us that grew shorter and shorter as the days passed. Was he my mate? Or was he just a way for my mind to cope in my current situation?

I awoke to the floor boards creaking above me, I felt refreshed from my long nap. I’d once again dreamed of the wolf who visits me when I’m asleep in the confines of my cool and dank prison in the basement. His eyes remain a mystery to me, every time I wake up I struggle to remember what they looked like but the image is fleeting.

It has been a few months since I last felt the warm rays of the sun kiss my face, if I close my eyes then I can envision the sun peek over the horizon and blind me with its beauty. Sadly, sometimes I’m locked away in this room for far too long and I begin to lose all track of time, reality will slip away from me as quickly as if you were to inhale a breath.

I shifted my body weight in my bed and groan, the fog that clouded my mind dissipates as I’m hit in the head with pain so intense that I’m convinced it feels worse then childbirth. I begin to lift my face off of my pillow only to realize that the blood from my open wound has seeped into the pillow overnight and had dried to it, gluing my cheek to the thin fabric. I lay back down, closed my eyes tightly and pulled away from the pillow in a quick and swift motion, separating my cheek from the soiled pillow. The abrupt separation tore apart the scabbing that had formed on my fresh wound, the thick blood trickled down my face and over my hand that I quickly used to press down on the wound to stop the bleeding. The wolf in me whimpered.

I tried not to cry aloud as I stopped putting pressure on the reopened wound and instead I gently touched my cheek tracing the outlines of my fresh injury and whimpered as the events from the night before unfolded in my mind.

I can still hear the crack of my cheek bone snapping in half as he swung his meaty fist into my face. The rings on his fingers dug into my cheek, piercing my flesh and making my hot blood flow from the freshly open wound on my cheek. The blood trickled down my neck and onto my breasts, soaking into my white nightgown. It had felt like I had been hit in the face with a baseball bat. My ears rung and my vision became blurry, my breathing caught in my throat as I gasped for air. Shock had overcome my small body and I collapsed to the ground. The familiar taste of blood had began to flood in my mouth as my teeth had busted open the inside of my cheek.

My breath caught in my throat as I pulled away from the memory. My cheek still burned from the cold steel from his rings as they struck my face.