Hey guys! I'm Pink, and a first time writer. So go easy on me! I'm only posting one chapter to see if you guys like it, and if its worth continuing. I LOVE FEEDBACK. I love to see any and all comments.
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- Pink
Massachusetts. Home. I love it here. People are always complaining how crazy the weather is up here, but I love it for that. Some days you need a winter coat and shorts in the same month. How crazy and awesome. I work in Boston, so coming out to my hometown of Merrimac was like coming to heaven. It was always delightfully calm compared to the large and noisy city.
It was fall right now, and the trees were looking so beautiful, I decided to go on a little stroll at one of the local parks. I chose to go to a less popular one because it was much quieter, and I just wanted to sit on a bench and be mesmerized by the beauty around me. So I got into my little beat up Honda and was on my way. I parked and got out, deciding to head to the lake and sit there. It was chilly, but not so much that my bones would freeze. After a good 15 minutes of walking, I got to where I wanted to be. Lakeside was one little bench, and there I sat, looking at the trees and the calm waters with a few ducks here and there. I saw a few people here and there, but for the most part, I was alone. Not that I had a problem with it. Sometimes I just needed a moment away from my crazy friends and busy city life.
It was about 6 pm, and I thought about heading home soon since I had been here for a good hour and a half. I got up and started walking, when I heard this noise behind me. I turned around quickly, but saw nothing. I got paranoid fast. Again I heard it.
Was it breathing? The crunching of leaves? Is someone following me?
Out of nowhere I was tackled by a huge beast. I saw it from the corner of my eye as a black blur coming straight at me. I screamed, and the beast roared. I tried moving but the beast had its paws on my shoulders, effectively trapping me and when I managed to catch a sight of the beast's face, my own face paled. It was a wolf, with the biggest teeth I had ever seen. Its eyes were black, no emotions detectable. I hit it and punched it with all my strength, and it barely did anything. The beast didn't even flinch. I felled a tearing and realized the beast had torn into my arm with its claws. I was pushed around by its snout, and my body was thrown around by the raging beast.
I could feel myself getting lightheaded and weak, probably from all the blood loss from my arm. While lightheaded I could tell that I wasn't being mauled anymore, which striked me odd. The pain searing in my arm was decreasing, but then I realized that that was because of the blackness overtaking. But for that blackness, I was very thankful.
I woke up to a white hospital room. I could see people scrambling around me. Where was I? What happened? I tried to sit up and pain shot through my entire arm. I screamed. It felt like the pain in my arm opened up gates to pain in my entire body. I could see much lying face up, but I could tell I was beat up pretty bad. My jaw was in pain and swollen and my entire upper body felt raw. At once someone, probably a nurse, but a breathing mask on me. I suddenly felt so much better. A surgeon came up to me, telling me I'd be fine and that they had me taken care of. I could care less; this gas put me on cloud nine. I
closed my eyes, smiling, thinking about how lovely this gas was.
Ouch. I was seriously sore. I thought back to try and remember what happened, but I could only remember having some delicious gas and going to bed happily. I moved my arm that was seriously injured, and saw that it had healed some. I felt better than I had at first. I managed to sit up and get a good look around where I was. It was a simply decorated hospital room. I saw there was a bathroom and decided I needed to go badly. I swung my legs over the side and saw they were bruised everywhere and my legs were no longer the cream color my skin is, but different hues of purple and yellow. Disgusted, I looked away and slowly got off the bed. I managed to put some pressure on my left leg, but once I got to a standing position, the pain was so intense I collapsed to the floor with a cry. Surprisingly, I fell into a pair of strong arms instead of meeting the cold floor.
