Chapter: 15

The girl by the river.

I see things.

I’m aware that most of them aren’t real, and I’m also aware that I am not awake. I am asleep, although the sleep is not present, rather, it’s tumultuous. I am dreaming, I am hallucinating. These images don’t make sense half the time, same as the emotions they invoke within me. I see the moon, shining high up in the sky. I see wolves running in the moonlight through a forest full of old, titanic trees that loom over the wolves as their protectors. I see a river, gushing down the land, and when I see it, I feel fear. I see a black wolf staring at me from the distance, its red eyes angry, and the wolf transforms into a man with black hair and even blacker eyes, glaring at me. I want to run when I see the wolf and the man, I want to flee far away where they can’t hurt me.

I see another man, with hair the color of straw and eyes the color of the sky, tall and strong, handsome and tan. He makes me feel safe, I like seeing him. I don’t know who he is, in