It was getting late. The clock in the bottem right corner of my laptop flashed up at me, declaring it 8:49pm. I sighed, typing out my good-byes over AIM and Cullen Academy, one of the RPG sites I was a member on. I laughed at something Bri said before clicking the "X" at the type of the screen and turning off my music. Thankfully, it wasn't a song I was obsessed with or I would have procrastinated and never gotten off. I yawned, not bothering to cover my mouth becuase it was dark in the living room with only the light of the television to guide my way as I got up and made my way across the living room, careful not to step on Kayla or Richard while also balencing my laptop and chager in my hands. Cookie looked up as I passed her, but her head dropped back and her soft breathes told me she was once more on the verge of sleep.
A small smile caressed my face as I stepped into the pitch black kitchen, walking stealthly down the narrow hall to David's room. As I turned my back to the kitchen, I felt like someone was moving towards me. I didn't hear any footsteps, but I turned my head just to be sure Kayla and Richard hadn't followed me and were still laying on the livingroom floor. My eyes saw nothing but emptiness and the still forms of the two little kids, chests rising slightly with each breath they took. Cookie was asleep as well, one paw placed danitly over her nose. Deciding it had just been my imagination, I started forwards again. David's bedroom door was closed, but I could hear him talking on XBox LIVE so I knew he was still awake. I didn't hesitate to open his door and step in.
As I walked in, I felt someone brush their fingers across my neck. I frooze in the doorway, looking at David, but he was concentrating on some game - probley Halo 2 or 3. Shaking my head, I flicked a few pink strands of hair off my shoulders before picking my away across his cluttered floor. David finally turns to looks at me, laughing.
"Tired already? he chuckles, clicking and typing away on his computer as I bend down and place my laptop back into its case. I roll my eyes and smile, collecting the things I need for a shower. I happen to pick up my cellphone, noticing I have one text message and a voicemail.
Flipping open the red phone, I bite the inside of my lip. The voicemail is from my mom, of course, and the text message is from Steph. Deciding to reply to the text massage first, I send a quick reply before holding down the one to connect to my voicemail. My mom's worried voice fills my hears. Once again, she is upset becuase I forgot to call her. Sighing, I look at my low battery and and decide to call my mom back anyway.
Our conversation starts like normal, her yelling at me for not calling sooner and me just wanting to hang up and toss the bothersome device at the wall. Then again, I wouldn't have any way to communicate with Steph or Rae or Kenzie or any of my other friends unless we all happened to be on AIM.
Let me talk to your brother," my mom's annoyed tone fills my ears and I sigh, hoping he isn't asleep.
Walking down the hallway, I get that strange feeling like I am being watched again. Once more, I hear footsteps following me. I know it can't be David becuase I can clearly hear his voice coming from his room, conversing with various people about how to kick so-and-so off line.
As I step into the living room, the feeling dulls and I approch my brother. "Richard, you awake? Mom wants to talk to you," I asked, prodding him with my toe. The nine year old rolls over and takes the phone from my hand, talking softly to our mom. Not knowing how long their conversation will take, I wander back to David's room.
Once inside, I grab my bag of shower stuff and watch him play part of a game on Halo, shaking my head as he kills player after player until someone snipes him - or something along those lines. Looking at the time, I realize it's nine o'clock and I should really get going. I hurry out of the bedroom and rush down the hall. Richard is once more asleep, soft snores coming from him and Kayla. I reach for my cell and see I have another message from Steph. As I open it and read the message, I step out of the living room into the shadows of the kitchen once again.
A low growl comes from near the washing machine and I look up, startled. Cookie has never growled at me before and I see no need for her to growl at me now. I go to say her name, lips forming the "C", when I hear her soft breatheing deepen behind me. Brown eyes grow wide and my text to Steph is forgotten. I stand there, paraylzed, looking into the shadows.
It's a big black wolf with glowing eyes and white fangs. He stares at me, eyes unblinking and seemingly pupiless. I feel my mind empty of all thoughts as his breathes become my own. We breathe together and I swear I see him smile at me, eyes softening but still glaring. He moves to a standing position, towering above the kitchen table, and takes a step towards me just as I take one back. I typing in a quickl reply to Steph and send it, telling her about what I am seeing. Instantly, the beast dissapears. No pop, no warning, no sound at all.
And the feeling that I am being watched from all sides returns. I shudder, forcing myself to keep calm, and walk back to David's room. I say nothing as I place my cell on the dresser and walk to the bathroom. As the door closes, I feel like something drifts in and hovers past me, fingers drawing along my collarbone. I tremble, holding back a whimper, and hurridly undress and turn on the shower.
As the warm water drips over me and I pull the curtain closed, a shadow forms on the other side. I stare in amazment as it takes on first the form of the wolf than a human male, than back to a wolf. I turn away, closing my eyes, and that's when I see him.
Imprinted on my eyelids is the image of the boy. His hair is long and jet black, hanging over his eyes. His skin is tanned and he is muscular. The boy looks not to much older than me, probley seventeen or eighteen at the most which would only be three or our years older than me. His hair blows in a silent breeze and his dark clothing also blows around him. At his back is what looks to be a sword.
Gasping, I open my eyes and quickly begin to shampoo my hair. But I am not left alone for a moment becuase what seems to be hands begin to press against the shower curtain. I attempt to ignore them, but then I feel hands press against my ears. They stay like that for a moment as the others press against the curtain and then let go, coming back after a few seconds. I want to cry out, but keep silent as my heart hammers in my chest.
But suddenly, the figure of the boy from my "vision" appears on the other side of the curtain. I can't completly see his form, but I just have this feeling it is him. The human form shifts into the giant wolf and instantly the hands around my ears and pressing at me against the curtains are gone, and so is he. Having had enough of this craziness, I turn off the shower and get out.
As I dress and brush my teeth, I feel like people are watching me. I can't tell if they are good or bad or neither, but it still makes me uncomfortable. I close my eyes, looking away from the mirror, and collect all my stuff and slowly walk out of the bathroom. The hall is dark, but I push my way through the darkness towards the dim light coming from David's room. I walk in, pack away everything, and reach for my laptop case.
This is one event that I am definetly putting down in writing .....