She saw the Wolf in her dreams -spiky mercury hair, humanoid eyes, a maw as big as her torso, pointy ears always alert- chasing her through the darkened forest of an unknown place. There was nowhere to hide and the Wolf knew this for his was laughing in a triumphant way.
The girl's left foot entangled itself with a sudden tree root that apeared from nowhere and fell with an 'oomph' to the ground. Dirt and pebbles she spat as she -once again- lifted herself from the ground and ran towards the pond. She never looked back, not even once, to see if she had or not escaped the monster of a wolf. But apparently she hadn't lost him for he was running a couple of steps behind her in steady stride. This wolf was confident...to confident.
As she neared the creek of the pond she halted, oh so suddenly, at the edge of the water. She breathed in and out while the wolf watched her from afar -not liking the vibes given from the water- and kneeled down on the bluish spiked grass. When she looked back at the river a gasp of horror left her pinkish lips. The river was no more the black is used to be but red.
It was blood.
It was crying.
And so she never hesitated and jumped to the center of the violent pond. She screamed when some of its heavy droplets fell inside of her mouth. She swallowed it finding no other choice.
The wolf howled behind her.
Jessica opened her eyes just to find the bloody corpse of her granmother's teary face in her arms.
"Mr. Schultz, I really don't think this is going to work." I watched him as he pushed his tiny glasses back up his beaky nose, settling it in crease between his forehead and nose. His silvery hair -thin and slicked back- fell across his forehead as he reached for his paper pad and scribbled across the thin blue printed lines when he settled back in a confortable way he had before.
He scribbled down words -and stealing glances my way- in a handwritting only he could understand. I've been seing different Therapist for quite a time now and none of them seemed as determined as Dr. Shultz. When he looked back up, gray eyes regarded me with concern. "It will work, I'm sure of that."
I sighed heavily. Some therapists only wanted to talk and the rest wanted to hypnotize me to figure out my problems. Of course, none of this ever worked and Dr. Schultz was well aware of that. I leaned towards him looking down his scribbled pad of paper wincing at his horrible handwritting, I said "How sure are you, Doc?"
His wrinkled skin seemed to stretch in agitation. No one spoke for a long minute. Finally he sighed and said in a low voice, "I'm not sure, Jessica." deep down inside of my chest, I knew he was being honest to me. I closed my eyes and decided what to do.
I've been to many head doctors since I was a little girl. My mother abandoned me for a her new boyfriend and left me in the charge of my grandmother. I've always blamed myself for the death of my grandmother...it was my fault she was murdered.
I sighed and closed my eyes. My decision was made. "Alright Doc." I pushed myself down against the cushions -which were rather uncomfortable- and proped a small pillow behind my head for comfort. I sighed again, defeated. "Let's dream."