slowly then paused as he noticed the tone in her voice. “Why, what’s up?”
“I need you to come and get me.” Dahlia paused and took a deep breath again, her voice stuck in her throat.
“Come get you? Aren’t you home by now? Where are you?” She could almost see his confused expression in her mind, eyebrows definitely furrowing as he waited for her answer. She’d laugh if she weren’t in so much pain.
“I took a detour through the woods and…fell.” She didn’t mention her suspicions on her fall.
“What?” The concern was apparent in his voice. “Are you okay?”
Dahlia paused then answered slowly. “I’m fine.” She wasn’t completely lying.
She wasn’t dead or anything.
“Where are you?”
She looked up to where she fell from, and then commented, trying to hide the tears in her voice. “I don’t know. There’s this steep hill.” She paused then said rather dryly, “If you look down, you’ll find my helpless body.”
“I’ll be right there.”
He abruptly hung up, leaving Dahlia staring idly at the phone as it went silent. Closing it, she placed it on top of her backpack next to her, bringing her arms beside her body as she sighed, staring up at the sky above her. Her body ached, the pain pulsating from within as she locked gazes with the bright, full moon. The stars were seen in the periphery as her gaze remained transfixed above.
Visions started to flow through her mind of wolves, mysterious men and an expressional face with large sunglasses, all disappearing then reappearing into thin air. She even felt like something was licking her delicately on the face, almost in reassurance. The images spun repeatedly in her mind, voices speaking one on top of another until she cried out and heard a reply in return.
“Dahlia?”
Sam’s voice fluttered from above and she opened her eyes but couldn’t see him anywhere. She didn’t know how long she had been out but it must have been awhile. She swallowed and cleared her throat, her voice dry as she tried yelling out hoarsely.
“I’m over here.”
All of a sudden, Sam’s head peered from above the shadows and Dahlia could clearly see the relief on his face. He carefully made his way down the steep hill until he reached where she lay on the ground.
“Are you hurt? Are you bleeding anywhere?” He quickly rushed over to her and knelt beside her as he inspected her body, eyes concerned.
Dahlia focused on her body, realizing the agony felt earlier had subsided drastically. She wiggled her fingers and toes, then the rest of her limbs, not finding anything wrong. Tentatively sitting up, she reached behind her head to detect the pain originally there was also gone.
Completely.
“You’re bleeding, Winters!”
“What?” Dahlia looked over at Sam who stared gaping at her hand, covered in blood.
“The back of your head is bleeding.” He maneuvered his body so he was behind her, still kneeling. “Let me check.”
“I feel fine.” Dahlia felt perfectly fine and wondered why he was making such a big deal over a little bit of blood. She was just thankful nothing was broken, as she had first thought. She tried getting on her feet but stumbled on her toes, Sam catching her before she could fall.
It was probably just a small cut.
“What?” Dahlia saw the weird expression on Sam’s face as he helped her up to her feet.
He glanced from her hands and then back up to her face again, gesturing with his own hands. “Your head. There’s blood all over your hair but I don’t see a wound anywhere. Where did all the blood come from?”
Where did all the blood come from?
Dahlia paused at his words, slowly staring down at her red-stained hands. She remembered a time long ago when she heard those exact words from the people at the orphanage. No one had believed her then and looking up at Sam, she knew he would be the same. Realizing this, she did the only thing she could think of.
She didn’t say anything.
Chapter 10
“Are you
“I need you to come and get me.” Dahlia paused and took a deep breath again, her voice stuck in her throat.
“Come get you? Aren’t you home by now? Where are you?” She could almost see his confused expression in her mind, eyebrows definitely furrowing as he waited for her answer. She’d laugh if she weren’t in so much pain.
“I took a detour through the woods and…fell.” She didn’t mention her suspicions on her fall.
“What?” The concern was apparent in his voice. “Are you okay?”
Dahlia paused then answered slowly. “I’m fine.” She wasn’t completely lying.
She wasn’t dead or anything.
“Where are you?”
She looked up to where she fell from, and then commented, trying to hide the tears in her voice. “I don’t know. There’s this steep hill.” She paused then said rather dryly, “If you look down, you’ll find my helpless body.”
“I’ll be right there.”
He abruptly hung up, leaving Dahlia staring idly at the phone as it went silent. Closing it, she placed it on top of her backpack next to her, bringing her arms beside her body as she sighed, staring up at the sky above her. Her body ached, the pain pulsating from within as she locked gazes with the bright, full moon. The stars were seen in the periphery as her gaze remained transfixed above.
Visions started to flow through her mind of wolves, mysterious men and an expressional face with large sunglasses, all disappearing then reappearing into thin air. She even felt like something was licking her delicately on the face, almost in reassurance. The images spun repeatedly in her mind, voices speaking one on top of another until she cried out and heard a reply in return.
“Dahlia?”
Sam’s voice fluttered from above and she opened her eyes but couldn’t see him anywhere. She didn’t know how long she had been out but it must have been awhile. She swallowed and cleared her throat, her voice dry as she tried yelling out hoarsely.
“I’m over here.”
All of a sudden, Sam’s head peered from above the shadows and Dahlia could clearly see the relief on his face. He carefully made his way down the steep hill until he reached where she lay on the ground.
“Are you hurt? Are you bleeding anywhere?” He quickly rushed over to her and knelt beside her as he inspected her body, eyes concerned.
Dahlia focused on her body, realizing the agony felt earlier had subsided drastically. She wiggled her fingers and toes, then the rest of her limbs, not finding anything wrong. Tentatively sitting up, she reached behind her head to detect the pain originally there was also gone.
Completely.
“You’re bleeding, Winters!”
“What?” Dahlia looked over at Sam who stared gaping at her hand, covered in blood.
“The back of your head is bleeding.” He maneuvered his body so he was behind her, still kneeling. “Let me check.”
“I feel fine.” Dahlia felt perfectly fine and wondered why he was making such a big deal over a little bit of blood. She was just thankful nothing was broken, as she had first thought. She tried getting on her feet but stumbled on her toes, Sam catching her before she could fall.
It was probably just a small cut.
“What?” Dahlia saw the weird expression on Sam’s face as he helped her up to her feet.
He glanced from her hands and then back up to her face again, gesturing with his own hands. “Your head. There’s blood all over your hair but I don’t see a wound anywhere. Where did all the blood come from?”
Where did all the blood come from?
Dahlia paused at his words, slowly staring down at her red-stained hands. She remembered a time long ago when she heard those exact words from the people at the orphanage. No one had believed her then and looking up at Sam, she knew he would be the same. Realizing this, she did the only thing she could think of.
She didn’t say anything.
Chapter 10
“Are you
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