Clementine
10 years ago...
The sudden shriek pierced my ever so sensitive ears... but no one, not a single person amongst the bustling over populated market place noticed it or even flinched for that matter. As if they were oblivious to the sound. How could they not hear the hideous roars when it was so clearly ringing in my eardrums.
Never the less I honed in on my senses in an attempt to block the noises of the market ; the muttering adults, the whining children and the store keepers promoting product no one really wanted to buy. I concentrated so much so that I could somehow locate where the cry was coming from. I felt a tug a sort of invisible pull as my body lead the way through the forest of legs and narrow streets.
The faster I ran the louder and louder the screams became but then, it all came to a dreadful halt. From a young age I learnt silence was just another word for pain the inability for one to express themselves was a dreadful torture in itself.
The scene displayed in front of my eyes gave my brain a hard time to process the situation. My instincts lead me here, in the middle of abbey lane bridge? Then I saw it it a head bopping to the rhythm of the waves on the verge of fully being submerged into the water. Almost instantly my own frantic cries for help rolled off my tongue like beads falling from a cut necklace.
But no help arrived. It's as if I had been transported to another part of the world the buzzing noises of the towns people previously, now felt like a distant memory my whole being encompass by this deathly quiet.
All logic now defied me as my body acted on its own accord as I jumped off the bridge racing towards the head. But there was only so much my 10 year old self could accomplish and in all honesty I was still just a little girl with a tiny body but that did not stop me neither did the fact that this persons body was twice the size of my own and I could hardly lift him in this form. The boy had gone pale from swallowing too much water I had to do something and fast.
I was not planning on turning into my wolf but I had no choice. But...father would not be too pleased about the idea of me transforming in such a time and place and mother will surely scold me for ruining my dress but I really had no choice this was definitely for a good cause.
I cleared my mind and blocked off all sounds and the motions of the waves that were violently thrashing over our bodies. I impetuously held firmly onto the boy as I closed my eyes. I rekindled the severed thread that connected me and my physical wolf.
Immediately the changed acoured my bones snapping into place, my flesh moulding into their new form and the fur rapidly growing out my skin. The size of my wolf was average with sleek black fur. I had more of an advantage in this form I hauled the boy towards me pulling him over my back and I swam to shore. I could see him more clearly now he was beautiful but there was something about him that made my heart ache that made me rush here in the first place to help him.
He looked older than me yet so vulnerable as he slept. A sudden urge to caress him fell upon me as I nuzzled my snout into his neck his scent was so soothing yet completely intoxyfing but it could not heal nor help my physical state. The impact of the whole ordeal came crashing down like someone just ripped out a stubborn peace of the jenga tower causing the whole thing to collapse . As did I, my legs gave way the long swim took a toll to my body as I sank to the ground laying on top of the boy as a last way of protecting him. Why did I feel the need to do this to a boy I just met.
Soon I was enveloped in complete darkness silence hitting me once again like the waves of the ocean only this time I could no longer hear them ...