The Wolf that Haunts Me

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September 10, 2020 by thewashingteenian

By Amber Hendrickson

My feet slapped against the road as I ran as fast as I could through the cold rain. I could hear it getting closer, its claws scratching the pavement as it chased me…

I tried to push myself to move faster hoping someone would hear my cries. I kept telling myself not to look back, terrified of what I might see, but it was too late – I looked back, still running, only to see a huge wolf chasing me. His black coat was glistening in the rain, his eyes shining a yellow-gold and watching me with hunger. His teeth – oh, his teeth scared me the most as they glimmered with the blood of his last victim. 

I pushed myself faster, but I knew it was no use, for he would soon catch up. I looked back to see him gone. I slowed down, coming to a stop, but I stayed on guard as I breathed heavily. Then I spotted him in the bushes watching me like I was his prey, ready to pounce, his eyes now black as the sky above us. Those eyes – they seemed almost familiar, then he pounced just as I remember…

I sit up from my sleep looking over to see. It is morning, and I’m thankful it was all just a dream.  

But those eyes are the eyes of someone who hates me. I don’t know what I did wrong to cause him to hate me so much, but he picks on me every day. Those eyes are the eyes of my bully and worst nightmare, Devon.

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