Barely Breathing

I was standing in the middle of a pastel pink room. The walls were painted pink. Pastel pink roses in different sizes from bud to fully grown roses decorated the floor tiles. Lovely.

The bed at the center seemed too small for a grown-up, probably this room belongs to a little girl. I let my eyes roamed around and noticed some stuffed toys and dolls in the right corner above a long drawer. It seemed my assumptions were correct.

My eyes caught a painting situated above the lampshade beside the bed which had quite gotten my interest. It was a messy painting of a wolf, a scarlet wolf with white hollow eyes.

I took a step closer and examined it. The wolf's eyes look like real ones staring right through me which gave me goosebumps. It has drawn me into it.

It felt as if my wolf was communicating to that wolf. It looks familiar though. Where did I ever saw that wolf before?

Then it dawned to me that everything in this room was quite familiar too. I just can't figure it out but somehow, I know everything and every little thing in this room. I searched my mind for an answer but found nothing helpful. It was like my mind was blocking some memories, if for my own will to forget or I simply forgot, I do not know.

A quiet sniffing had taken me back to my senses. I thought I heard someone sniffed as if he or she was holding a long sob and then there it was followed by a gasp and a meek cry. Looking around the room my focus suddenly caught a closet placed corner left.

I felt her. For some unknown reason, I can see her hiding behind some clothes on a rack inside the closet. She's just a child probably four or five. She was rocking herself back and forth while holding tight bear stuff.

She looked so vulnerable...

So broken...

So terrified at something or someone.

My heart was constrained at the sight of her. I felt her pain. Her sorrow. Her fear as she looked at me with innocent teary eyes. Her tears got into me as my tears drew a moist path on my face.

I felt the urge to go to her, to embrace her tight and tell her she has me, I'll protect her. I'll protect her against whoever or whatever she was terrified.

her scared and into

Tap. tap. tap.

and nearer. Whoever it was, he or she was now ascending the stairs and I saw the

the door. Rage consumed me for he was scaring the child. Seconds later whoever was that has gotten

to defend the little girl, I heard the knob clicked. Whoever he was, he will not hurt her as long as I'm here. The door slowly opened and

Willow Ellis! " A high-pitched voice boomed,

Tasca being strangled by none other than me on the floor. The look on her face made me laugh and she

release me, Willow I swear, I'm

and she immediately fixed her sky-blue

this super nice and pretty best friend that doesn't want you to be late at the Mate Hunt

changed my mood easily. Guess I can't

"Sorry 'bout that Tash."

took a towel on my way to the bathroom leaving my best friend

dress because she said I should look pretty and presentable. Not that

Tash and yep, I know exactly what to wear." I opened the shower and hopped inside, loving the coolness on my

it? We'll be going

who chose us,"

"And we will choose."

a say on it." I can't believe she finds

are spoiling my happy

males were the ones choosing." Nope, no spoiling because there is no good from anything that comes with

you." I can imagine