He braced himself as the now-familiar eyes appeared. Bright red piercing eyes glowed in the black darkness of the forest. He looked around. Cornered. Those red eyes cornered him from every possible direction. No problem, he muttered. I'm not scared. And he wasn't. He had been having these dreams for about 6 months now, ever since he turned 17. In the beginning, these eyes had freaked him out. But, gradually, he got used to it. He got used to the musky era of the forest, the absolute darkness, the stillness.
This was it. He counted to 10, and as usual, one of those creatures gazed up at the moonlit sky, and howled. One of the other things that freaked him out, initially. That howl was definitely the most scariest, and the most threatening voice he had ever heard. He backed up instinctively. Even after these all months, he couldn't get used to that sound.
What happened after was predictable. As soon as the wolf howled, a white blinding light hit him out of nowhere. He gasped. He felt darkness consuming him, all around him. He felt himself giving in to the darkness and ..
He woke up. His heart was pounding, and his face was covered in sweat. He rubbed his forehead and sighed. He wanted to get to the end, he wanted to know the truth, he wanted to know what and who those wolfs were, he wanted to know the meaning of these dreams. There was so much he wanted to know, but no one to answer.
He ran a hand through his hair. These dreams started the night he turned 17. Only he knew how freaked out he had been in the beginning. He wanted to share it with someone, wanted to confirm that it was only a dream. He never really talked about it with anyone. He knew better than that, he knew he would end up in a mental institute for the rest of his life if he ever admitted that the dream felt more than a dream to him. Everything about the dream was real. The fear, the thrill, the anticipation he felt ' that was real. The greenery around him, the shrubs and herbs ' That were real. The howling, the eyes, the wolfs ' That was real, too.
He looked at the watch. 6 am. Still 3 more hours to go before college. He yawned. He had only been back from London last week. His mom wanted him to persue his college here, and he couldn't refuse her. Mom, he smiled, and clutched the pendant in his hand. He moved to the window, and rested his cheekbone on the window pane for a while, looking up at the stars, looking up at his mom. His hand gripped the pendant tighter, as he picked it up to his lips, and gently kissed it. I miss you.
He moved away, walking towards the bathroom. Tomorrow was a very important day. Tomorrow was the first day of college. This would be the first time he would attend any sort of school in India, he grinned. Girls better be ready, here comes Yuvraj Dev.
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