The following is an excerpt of fiction written by sophomore, Mikaela Moorman, a staff writer for the Crimson J.
All I see is black. It’s everywhere suffocating me, making it impossible to move. I hear the rustle of the leaves, a slight breeze on my face. I try to remember where I am and soon realize it’s not my surroundings that are black, but my mind. I can’t remember.
I open my eyes and see a canopy of dark green leaves above me with the light of the moon shining through. A strand of my dark brown hair blows into my face and I reach up to move it, but my hand stops. I feel the rough twine around my wrists tying me to what I realize is a hospital bed. I try to kick my legs, and they don’t move. I try for what seems like hours just to move my feet.
While staring at my feet, trying to will them to move, I see a pair of eyes in the bushes. One green, one blue. A white wolf with a black spot over the green eye comes out of the bushes. A scream escapes my lips, and I notice another pair of eyes. Silver eyes, almost glowing in the moonlight. A black wolf with a gray heart on his chest comes out. The wolf walks forward and I start to whimper in fear. The wolf tilts his head to the side questioningly and slowly begins to morph in to a guy. The black fur turns into chestnut brown hair just to his eyes. His skin is tan as if he works in the sun all day. He has on khaki shorts that are worn out, like he wears them constantly.
His silver eyes look me up and down, and a chill passes through me. A small smile plays at his mouth, just barely noticeable. “Sorry my friend scared you… she’s not quite used to it.” He walks closer to the bed, to where he is right by me. “Someone help!” I mean to scream, but it comes out a croak when his hand briefly touches mine. The “smile” is still there barely visible as he takes a step back, throws out his arms, and howls like a wolf. He yet again walks up to me bends down and whispers in my ear, “No one is going to hear you.” My mind swirls in confusion. Every word hitting me full force.