He doesn’t care

The lilies were so clear and beautiful as they surrounded me in the garden. I bent low as my flowery gown swayed in the breeze in a bid to pick one of them from the stems. My fingers grazed it, only for them to morph into shoots. I gasped as I jumped away from it.

 I watched as they turned into shoot, stems, branches, and woods, and then standing before me were trees with white leaves as its embrace. They were so tall and mildly terrifying.

 I turned away from it, hoping to go away from it all, but found a dark wolf with soulless eyes staring right at me. I stared at it with an equal intensity that almost made me paralysed with fear. When would it jump at me? Maybe never. 

 The more I looked, the more it seemed I was drawn to it. And, that made a lump to form in my throat.

 “Get away from me!” I screamed, as my eyes fluttered open.

 I could feel the tears flowing wildly on my face, and my heart beating so wildly. I placed a hand on my chest to stop the panic, as I sat up on the bed. “It was just a dream,” I tried to soothe myself as I whimpered.

 I cleaned my eyes fiercely with both hands, then tried to focus on my surroundings. That would bring a form of normalcy to me. But, as I looked around, I was acutely struck that nothing was normal about this room.

 What was going on? I tried to get up, when an image as real as as breathing rocked me back down. A wolf had bit me. I pulled the gown up, and saw a fresh plaster around a part of my thigh. It reminded me of the horror the previous night.

 A gasp shot through my lips. This was so awful. I had never imagined that this would happen to me, and now, look at me. I was so disorientated, and mildly distraught. I lifted my finger slightly towards the bruise, and felt my stomach clench in response. 

 Would it hurt?

 I carefully touched the scar on my hand, waiting for the pain to drive me crazy, but all I felt was the roughness of the plaster. There was no single pain on my thigh. I retracted my hands from it, stunned. How was it even possible that I wouldn’t feel any pain. It didn’t make any sense.

 Slowly, my eyes skimmed the room once more, taking note of the books piled from side to side on the wall. I can’t believe this. This wasn’t my room, and the colour was a dull grey, an exact opposite of my room. 

 I jumped out of my bed, and made a move to the door, only for it to swing open, and a young boy with honey blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes stepped inside. I panicked, feeling a fear so strong rock me sideways.

 “Who are you?” I shouted.

 He rose his up, it was a gesture of peace. “Calm down,” he said softly. 

 I glared at him, and with shaky hands, attempted to push him away from my means of escape. I wouldn’t allow him to harm me no matter what he did. He easily overpowered me, holding me backwards, and trying to guide me back to the bed. 

 “Stop!” I screamed. “Stop it! I don’t know you, let go of me,” I cried.

 He pushed me down on the bed, and I noticed his blue eyes were marred with anguish which he was trying unsuccessfully to hide. I looked away from it. His emotions were hardly my problem. I had to leave this place.

 “You need to relax,” he said quietly.

 I fought him slightly. “Don’t tell me to relax. Let me go. I don’t know who you are. How can you abduct me against my will? You’re going to pay for it!” I shouted at him.

 “No-one is going to pay, other than the ones who put you in this state,” a grumpy voice sounded.

 The boy let go off me, and got up. He walked away from us. I stood up wearily, and then pulled my attention to the speaker. A couple who had their hands entwined together was looking at me acutely.

 “What do you mean?” I queried.

 There was a slight sigh, and then an exchange of looks, then the woman moved forward, her scruffy boots twinkling painfully in my ears. She moved towards me, and then combed the stray locks of my hair away from my eyes.

 “Our son, Mike found you unconscious in the middle of the forest last night. He was so scared that something bad must have happened to you, so he sent for us, and we took you home. This place you are now, to help you get yourself back.” She explained softly.

 I turned my gazed to their son who was looking so sad. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have listened to him. He must be cursing his ill luck for helping me at all.

 “I’m sorry,” I managed.

 A stiff smile followed suit. “It’s all right. Your reaction is normal. We only thought about your safety, and that was the most important thing. How do you feel?” She asked softly.

 I moved away from her holds, and then, sat down on the bed. The image of the previous night moved wildly through my brain. There must have been something, but all I remember was drifting out of consciousness.

 “Dear, girl, do you remember what happened that night?” the man queried.

 I wrung my hands together, and felt the cold sweat drop down my back. “I just knew I had left the camp to relieve myself, and found myself drawn into the forest. I shouldn’t have gone that far into the forest, but still, it didn’t stop me. I lost my way, and the next thing I knew, there was this dark wolf about to tear me in pieces. It’s a surprise that I’m actually in one piece,” I explained.

 How did I not become a snack for that wolf? And, to make it all worse, the injury only had a bandage over it, and no pain whatsoever. I was beyond confused by it.

 “It wasn’t a wolf that attacked you,” the woman said quietly.

 I frowned slightly. I wasn’t big on the animal department, but I knew a wolf when I saw one. The twilight series had exposed me to everything in the wolverine lifestyle.

 “I think I was the one attacked, and I should know what stacked me and what didn’t. That was a wolf,” I said firmly.

 “Mike…” his mother whispered.

 I looked over at Mike, and he was shaking his head profusely. “No, mom… I’m sitting this one out,” he said quietly.

 She breathed out shakily, but avoided saying anything. “It was a werewolf.” She said softly.

 I placed a hand on my mouth, and despite how weird the situation was, I couldn’t help but laugh. She looked back at her husband, and their faces mirrored how confused they are about my choice of words.

 “You have that wolf as a pet, and you’re afraid of what the government might do to you and that animal if I rat this out,” I accused.

 She shook her head. “I wouldn’t do such despicable act, and I don’t have wolves as pet. What I’m saying is that; a werewolf had harmed you and not the wolf.”

 I nodded stiffly. “You’re crazy,” I stated.

 She smiled at me sadly. “I know this is a bit too much for you to belief, but a werewolf doesn’t eat human flesh, and this one didn’t eat your flesh.” She explained like it justified anything.

 “Werewolf…”

 “Half-man, half-wolf. It’s just a perfect combination,” she said softly.

 “I want to be alone for quite sometime,” I said softly.

 “Of course,” the three said as one as they retreated from my room.

 The woman had been so sure that the werewolf had bitten me. Werewolves were frictional characters who lived in books, and movies. They weren’t supposed to be real, for it was a cheat of nature.

 I looked back at the plaster, and then without thinking, I started unwrapping the plaster. I was done, and then I noted my skin was exactly like it always was, clear. It almost looked like I had been deluding myself of the attack.

 Could they be right? An injury of a werewolf didn’t just disappear. It stuck around like glue till you cracked. I jumped out of the bed once more, and then twisted my legs in unnatural angles, hoping for pains to shoot up my legs, but I didn’t feel anything.

 Weak, I slid down on the floor. Where was this place, and how did they always manage to be strange? Always? I’ve just been here for a day, and I knew what werewolves were. It’s best I left this place.