Who am I? Why was I born? Is there a reason for me to exist? I wonder…
Once more I heard the noise of the ground moving above me. I heard as someone… something was digging me out. It wasn’t a human. The movement was too fast, reminding me of a dog, or a wolf, but I didn’t feel stressed, nor did it scare me.
The first thing it dig out was my left hand. I couldn’t see anything, as I felt the warmth of the mouth that bit my hand.
This feeling…
It was such a good feeling…
I tried to move my body, pushing the ground above me. It took me some time, but I finally freed my other hand.
When I did, I felt something cold on it. A small breeze, and a weird wetness around my fingers.
Snow…
It was snow.
I moved my leg a little, and after some time it got out. The animal was still biting my hand, as if he didn’t care, that I was still alive after being buried alive. I couldn’t blame him, I didn’t care either.
I used my right hand, to move the ground above me face. It took my five minutes, but I did it…
I could finally open my eyes.
I teared up, as I saw the cloud before me. The day… the trees… the snow… I looked at the clouds, as I felt the cold wind touching my eyes. .
Is it a dream? Am I dreaming? I thought about those things, but when I felt the pain in my left arm I knew, that it wasn’t a dream. It was real.
I heard a noise. The same I heard, when the wolves ate me alive in the village... Once again the teeth clenched on my arm, but I didn’t feel like screaming.
I didn’t feel like crying from pain… I didn’t feel like praying…
I moved my hand that was now bitten, and scratched the tongue of the animal. My nails were long, but it’s not like I could cut them in here…
It seemed to work, because it let go of my hand. Even under the ground, I could feel that I was regenerating right now.
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I’m free…
I used my hands to free my head, and after that I released the other leg. It took my some time to release my torso, but I was finally able to move.
It seemed that the wolf was still looking at me with anger, but I didn’t care. I heard my bones, as I tried to get up. Staying in one position for so long had its effect. My muscles were weak, and it took me some time to even sit.
When I did, I looked around. I was surrounded by trees covered in snow, sitting in hole. I saw the wolf panting at me angrily, and then I looked at my body.
I was thin… Really thin…
My hair was long, and it lost a lot of its color… It almost looked grey. As I looked at my legs, I noticed the lack of muscles on them. They were skinny, like that of a chicken.
Once again I heard the growling of a wolf, and I looked at him. He was angry. I could see his teeth clearly, as he circled around me.
Do you want to attack me?
I slowly stood up, and got out of the grave. Me every move was slow, and I was free of openings but the animal didn’t attack. It was weird, he seemed to be scared.
I don’t know. I’m not sure what he felt, but I knew what I felt.
“Get out…” I said with difficulty, and he growled, as if he understood me “Get out… Don’t touch me… Don’t sniff me… Don’t even look at me.”
I don’t know why I said those things, but the animal seemed to be careful. He walked slowly, looking at me for the whole time. His paws, fur, nose… I looked at them, and I realized…
I’m hungry…
My stomach was damaged by the gastric acid. I don’t know for how much I didn’t eat, but I knew that I was hungry. I could eat anything.
Anything…
I looked at the wolf one more time, and started approaching him. My eyes were partially closed, and damaged by the sudden sunlight, but I could still see him clearly...
He was running away. Running away from me.
As I looked at him, I fell on the ground. My legs were thin… Too thin. Even walking for a short amount of time was a problem for me.
I need to move… I need to walk…
I started crawling, grabbing the ground with my long fingers. Wet earth and snow would get under my fingernails, as I moved slowly.
I need to move… Away from this place… I want to eat…
Eat…
I approached a small tree, and lied down leaning against it. A sun was shining at me, and the snow around me was illuminated by it. I looked at my thin body once again.
It reminded me of a corpse. Bones were clearly visible, and there wasn’t much muscle on me.
Eat…
I looked at one of my fingers, as I brought my hand to my face. So thin… It could break at any moment...
Soon after that I bit it, and tore it away. I smelled my blood once again, as I chewed on it. The injury healed almost instantly, leaving my hand the way it was before.
Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t know that it would happen. I didn’t know that I would heal.
I still wasn’t sure what was truly happening.
But I was just really… really hungry...