I slouched on my spotted bean bag in my bedroom.It was a mess but I lived with it. The little box T.V. on the stand, flashed highlights of a football match. I had my 10.1 tablet in my hand and I. Was.Bored.
It had been two days since the blizzard hit and I wasn't permitted to step outside the house. The windows rattled slightly. All the houses around here were built to withstand such winds. No one around these parts was freaking out over the blizzard because this was Alaska and such winds were frequent visitors.
My mom walked into my room. "You're hot chocolate is here, honey",said mom.
Holding a tray on which sat two big mugs out of which billowed steam and filled the room with the intoxicating aroma of chocolate.
"All right!" , I beamed pushing myself up from the bean bag. I sipped my mug slowly. The chocolate melted in my mouth and flowed down my throat, filling my body with warmth. My eyelids dropped slightly. I felt drowsy and fell back into the bean bag. "This is holy, mom", I sighed.
"Not when you know I made it. Finish that mug already", said mom.
"Chocolate is supposed to be savored, not rushed", I said, grinning.
"Have it your way then. Give me the mug I'll bring another round", said mom.
"You have more?", I asked.
"I have my ways", said mom.
I handed her the mug and she trod out of the room. Then the room went dark. Surprise, surprise, it's a blackout.
"MOM", I yelled (I had nyctophobia – fear of the dark). "MOM", again, no answer.
I sneaked out of my room. I was on tiptoes now. The house was eerily silent. My urge to call out to mom formed a lump in my throat as the words denied to form sound waves.
I walked into the kitchen only to find it littered by the spilled contents of the fridge. I held a knife and wore a pot on my head for protection. My heart throbbed in my ears now. My breathing was hard. I stepped back into the living room. I had a staring contest with my window (the only visible thing in the room) and turned with my back to it.The snow outside rushed and wailed.
From there I could see two gleaming beads in the entrance hall. I thought they were steel tubes on my bike, so I turned away.
Then they moved.
They kept getting larger until out of the darkness emerged a snow – white wolf. I realized the two beads were it's eyes (Why not?).It's fur was dotted with drops of blood. It's outstanding fangs stained with.....blood?
I was trembling now. I realized it got to mom first, I could've defended myself with the knife I held but it dropped and I wasn't brave enough to pick it up. I tripped on something and fell and my back slammed against the wall, the window right above me. The wolf gritted its teeth and I swear it was smiling.
Easy prey.
It pounced. You know the moment when your life flashes behind your eyes?Of course not!
As unexpected as it was, the window gave in to the force of the wind and swung inwards. It smacked the wolf in mid-air and it fell back, whimpering. My mind jumped into hyperspace, I had to get out of here and my best bet was the window.
So without a second thought, I leaped out of my first floor window. A cold wind blasted into my face and chilled me to the bone. I ran and heard an ear shredding howl.
It was coming.
I ran straight into a wall.I felt my way around it and found a door. I rang the bell and fell. I was losing my consciousness. Going into the void. No. I won't. I rang the bell once more and dropped to the ground. That's it,I thought.
I opened my eyes and jerked myself up........on my bed. Was that a dream? No, it was too real. "Arguist, are you up? You're late for school", came the yell of my mother. But still I had a lingering feeling it was real. It just couldn't be a dream...........
