On my 15th birthday I had gone out into the woods behind our house, remembering how much better everything would have been at my birthday party if my mother had been there. She was so exuberant everyone would have rather crowded around her to hear the stories that she told instead of staying near the birthday girl. I sighed had kicked the moist dirt of the forest floor, as I zipped my coat up the rest of the way. I had come into these woods for no reason, and soon the sun would be setting.
"Shit!" I whispered, as I realized I had left my phone on my nightstand, charging. The winter air was cold and there was a heavy gust of wind. If I stayed out here for much longer, I was going to get frostbite, I thought. How I had even gotten this far into the forest, I would never know. My brain must've been tuned off to the outside while I was remembering my mother.
Off in the distance somewhere, I heard a wolf howl and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Were there even wolves in this forest? If there was I had never heard or seen them at all. But I couldn't deny that a wolf had just howled, unless it was some stupid boys trying to scare whoever was in the woods. How would anyone possibly know I was in the woods, though? Besides, it was still Christmas break and most of the kids had went somewhere else for vacation, to get away from this never-ending slush filled winter here in Kentucky.
I'm not going to let one false alarm scare me, I thought, staring through the endless trees towards the setting sun.
I'll get out of this forest no matter what it takes.
A few minutes later, even though it felt like I had walked a few miles, I wound up right back where I was. I must've went (literally) in a circle until I was too tired to continue. The mysterious wolf howls had continued, and only when I stopped to sit on a log did the noises stop, also. As soon as I stood up, I heard a chorus of wolves not far off from where I was. "Hello?" I said, my voice going up an octave higher, and breaking from fear. No. I'm not going to let this scare me, I repeated over and over in my mind. Somewhere in the edge of my view a creature was hidden, or maybe more than one. I'm going to be attacked by wolves, I thought, closing my eyes and letting the darkness take over me. I'm fine with this being how I die, I sighed loudly so the wolves could know where I was. Opening my eyes, I saw about five big dark forms a few feet away from where I stood in front of the log. One of the let out a bark, then the others growled in unison, and the lead wolf took a few steps forward, taking his sweet, sweet time.
"Just hurry up already," I mumbled, gazing into the wolf's eyes, which were barely visible in the pitch black night. They were an odd blue, like the ocean during the perfect summer day. Flecks of a darker blue, sea green, and a forest green dappled them, and the wolf cocked it's head at me, as if to say, 'What are you looking at?' I shivered, slightly from the cold air, and the rest adrenaline from being this close to such an amazing animal. I had the upmost respect for wolves. If you leave them in peace, they will leave you in peace back.
Suddenly the wolf leaped at me, tackling my fragile body to the ground. The wolf's fur tickled my face, and I smiled a tiny little smile. The weight of it's body pressed me uncomfortably against the ground, and I felt like bricks had been placed on me. But I surrendered to the giant wolf and let it sink it's sharp teeth into me.
The warmest feeling spread through me, a rush of frigid ice raced up from my arm, where the wolf had bitted me to my shoulder and up my neck.
If this is what dying feels like, then I can't wait until my time comes.