WOLF DEPRESSION

I dream of running

I was promoted to a position in a commercial food factory.

This promotion involved moving my family closer to the factory, a house was given and a substantial pay rise. We moved into this cottage-like house, I was confused by the fact that there were clothes still in the draws and the child’s room was still full of toys. The employer came to visit us and said I can have anything I want. He is here to accommodate.

I asked about the clothes but he seemed to leave quickly. The distinctive response was nil.

After going through the draws arranged the room for our belongings I came across frogs, they were hidden under clothes in the top draw all dried out.

My youngest daughter came into the room and showed me some clothes that she wanted. I asked her to put them away and we will see to them later on. My ears pricked. Someone was watching us, I checked outside and my hearing pierced my neck. I heard ants and the cow chewing on grass, I could smell the factory. Made me hungry.

The following day I got ready for work, the factory was quite far away, I walked, everything was cold, dark my senses were driving me crazy so I put my headphones on and continued.

Upon arriving I was greeted with a feeling of doubt.

Upstairs supervising, the food that was going into the conveyor belt, One particular man was running the belt, the belt was pushing types of meat through then being packed on the other end.

The man was telling others to hurry up, the shipment needs to go now.

Lunchtime was a handful of staff, we sat down and made sandwiches, the meat was Devon, though as the other person pulled the meat away there were fragments of stone-like texture, fish and the look was pale. I had a look and knew this was not right. Lunch ended without a meal.

That night I tucked my daughter into bed, we spoke about the move and the future, as for me I was already running away from my past troubles, wanted something new. I jumped into bed. Scratching noises on the roof without alarming thoughts, possibly possums? then I heard my daughter scream. I ran into her room and she was being dragged out of the window. I held her arms and pulled her toward me, My ears were hurting from the noise, I could smell a man’s aftershave, I leant forward and grabbed the arm of who it was my nails dug deep into the skin and ripped the forearm of this person. I growled deeply and shook my body madly.

He let go and I had their skin under my nails with the desperation of keeping my only hope.

After a sleepless night and holding my daughter in my arms I went to work, and nobody was there. I smelt that aftershave, I followed the trail, but nothing. I looked out the window and I saw a lion running toward our house. I ran to get to the lion it changed into my employer and it continued to walk toward the house, naked bare skin.

Again my daughter was being pulled through the window. She was taken. I heard screams of desperation.

I went into a rage, my eyes bulged, my ears hurt, my skin started to itch, my teeth hurt and I had saliva dripping from my mouth. I yelled for her, I could hear them running, running like a horse. Heavy hard foot pouncing Something happened… I started running on the side of trees, my nails gripped into the moist ground. Rebounding off branches. I followed the smell, ran fast, I could hear my heartbeat and feel the rage under my skin, I shook my head back and forth and let out a scream, a raw that I wanted blood. My vision was x-rayed, I could see through trees, lights were bright. I ran till I came to the employee’s house, I stood up and smelt the air, to my right there was a lady up on the hill looking at me, her kids were on the swings, I could hear her thoughts…she said she needs to go inside as this is going to be bad, she gathered her kids, huddled them and quickly ran with small steps inside the house….

I walked on 4 legs up the stairs of the white house, My ears pricked I heard a girl, a mumble. Her mouth was covered… I jumped through the window took a ripping bite out of his shoulder. His scapula was torn out of his skin.

She looked at me with fear, I told her its OK, It’s me. Go outside. She nodded.

He clawed my face and threw me against the wall. My daughter growled and I saw her nails expand. I yelled “no” don’t go outside!

I jumped him and dragged him outside, I stood over the top of him. Looked at my daughter and her injuries. The feeling of anger and desperation. I stared into his eyes. “I told you not to touch my girl”. I threw my head back and jolted it forward and ripped into his neck, tugging left to right and pulling back with a mouth full of skin and blood.

My daughter screamed and stood there and looked at me. I got up and stood on his skull like a savage.

The lady on the hill was out, watched and smiled.

That night I told my daughter never to use her other side.