The hands grasp at mine as I turn away.
I flinch and run, wanting to get away.
The voices still haunt my mind.
I run, hoping to block them out.
I hear the feet, running after me.
I smell the rain, freshly fallen, just like my tears.
My feet touch the ground, falling hard.
I feel my heart, beating but broken.
I see the woods ahead.
They are my safe haven,
My home away from home.
The voices stop chasing, but I move on.
I stumble over the roots that guard the entrance.
The leaves, still dry, crunch under my feet.
I can’t place my thoughts at all.
The wind rushes through my hair, blowing it away.
I trip over the fabric of my dress and it tears.
My palms touch the ground.
My body follows the fall.
The pain resonates throughout my wrists.
I whimper through the tears.
I hear a responding whimper and then a growl.
I look up to see a wet nose inches away from mine.
I heard of the wolves in the woods, but never seen one.
A rough tongue licks my face.
A paw comes in contact with my hair.
I lift myself up, to face the creature.
It moves its head, like a human would
It starts off walking, but bursts into a run.
I follow, for an unknown reason.
My heart feels whole again.
All of my troubles disappear.
All because of my run with wolves.
