I am the only one in my entire family who isn’t a Hunter. When I look back at that time I realize it was right then and there I decided my future. Is her only reply and she says it’s time for us to go back to sleep. I’m still a little girl, not ready for the world – that’s probably all she thinks of me right now. She hugs me tighter and kisses the top of my head. I’m desperate, how come she can’t see how wrong this is? "If a dream is not a warning, or a prophesy, then why do we dream? How do we prevent things from happening at all?” Tears begin trickling down my face and I try to bite back a sob. " I whisper," I knew it was going to happen.” Besides she was your Protector, she was prepared something like that might happen eventually.” “You couldn’t have done anything, Candice. I’m sobbing now and my mother wraps her arms around me once again. Especially when The Wolves are roaming outside.” I saw everything." she says," But it’s too late now and you must never go out at night alone. Once inside, my Mother kneels in front of me and tries to comfort me when she sees my eyes filling with tears. I obey quietly and turn back one last time towards The Guardian’s dead body. She is trying to take me back to the house. Then I feel her hands wrapping around me. Not more than 10 feet away from me my mother calls My mother is calling me but I can’t figure out where the sound comes from. I’ve always thought the worst possible feeling we’ve inherited from humans is guilt.Īfter the war and after we built The State. Then it’s only Otto's dead body lying in the pool of blood, mud and rain. It all happened so fast I almost missed it. That scares the beasts away and they suddenly vanish. I hear a car's engine coming from somewhere in the distance, then all the lights in my house are on. I keep screaming but there's nothing I can do. It's all in vain, but she keeps fighting until a final, painful howl breaks out of her throat and it's over. Suddenly all dogs are all over her, sinking their teeth deep into her fur.īlood starts trickling from multiple holes, coloring her rusty coat. One of the monsters turns its head in my direction and traps me with its gaze. I shout and throw a rock at them- a useless, stillborn attempt at something. The giant dogs start gaining at her, claws snapping and without thinking I rush out of the house.īarefoot, only in my pajama, I'm now standing feet away from the beasts, and I am already drenched by the rain. She can’t turn back to her human form anymore- she’s already hurt and that transformation would kill her. She's still barking against them, lowering her body closer to the ground in a desperate attempt at defending herself. We’ve had her since I was born - all families have ones, besides the ones like mine. They're much bigger, obviously stronger than her. I look out the window and see Otto is surrounded by dogs. The roots of my hair damp, I feel beads of sweat trickling down my spine,and I'm trying to calm myself until I can breathe normally again. There's a storm and branches are knocking on my window. I'm still disoriented, and it takes me a minute to figure out my surroundings. “You can’t take all that away from me!” I scream and.Ī sudden thud wakes me and I spring up from my bed. Your face transforms into something unrecognizable and I'm so scared I start crying. Then you drop them by your sides, as if in surrender and your eyes fill with tears. But you only stand there, hands frozen midair. I try to smile, although my teeth are clattering so bad I’m sure I’ll chip a tooth eventually. I'm so close now I can feel the warmth coming from your body. I outstretch my hands too and I'm almost there, yes! Of course I would never leave you and nothing can stop me. Something tells me I should stay away, a voice in the back of my mind.īecause you're right there, opening your arms for me. They grow bigger and I break into a run towards you, despite the growing fear. You're smiling at me, mouth and claws covered in blood. I'm now dizzy with the now strong stench of blood.īut I can’t feel any pain, only the now unbearable, piercing cold and the snowflakes scraping my skin. I look down and see my hands are covered in blood up to the elbows. I risk a glance backwards and see I've left red traces behind me. The white cover's so deep it slows me down while the snow keeps falling- heavy and wet. It's so cold the air hurts my throat, but I can't breathe through my nose. I'm running through a snow-covered field.Įverything's white, there's nothing around me besides the silence and the black outlines of trees in the distance, skeletons on the horizon. Until you allow yourself to be vulnerable. Tear apart the curtain you drop every time I ask how you are
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