Awake, Anaya Phoenix [to read list .TXT] 📗

3 years, for 3 years she’s been gone. For 3 years my life has been terrible. Isn’t it just my luck that when I imprint with someone, not only do they g into a coma, but then I almost get shredded apart by a wolf!? Isn’t that just freaking amazing? For that short amount of time all was well, we were talking by the lake, we imprinted, my life was perfect. But those stupid wolves always take everything so… badly. I shouldn’t be talking about the wolves when my umm, girlfriend? Is one, but they do. Well I guess she isn’t actually my girlfriend but she’s pretty close, and she isn’t actually all werewolf, she’s half sprite. Her mom is really pretty, I guess that’s why she’s pretty. Her eyes haven’t benn open for 3 years, but I visit her every day hoping that they will be. My territory is right across from theirs so it’s a really fast trek, especially when I practically race here. Her father says he’s never seen a person change like that, they never experienced pain, it was just a reflex. But whatever Elizabeth went through she was feeling pain, not reflexes. After she finally closed her eyes her body jerked, I can still remember it like it was yesterday, it twitched and spasmed for a while and then her body switched into a wolf. Well not really a wolf, per se more like a cub. She wont be a “wolf” until she hits puberty, the same way I’m not considered a “puma” until I hit puberty. Her cub was beautiful it was black, like the color of my hair, which is strange, her father said. It was supposed to be the color of her hair, but black is just fine. She had a dash of pale blue over her nose and at that her mother cried… hard. That’s when me and my mom decided it was best to go, but we promised we’d be back. Which brings me back to the present, where I’m sitting inside a wolfs den looking at my girlfriends unmoving body, hoping and praying that she would just, move.


So much pain, I was in so much pain. My body has shrunk and grown and I feel like I have to do something. Now if only I could wake up! I’ve been trying to do that forever but every time my body wouldn’t let me. I think I can go now though, I’m starting to be able to feel my toes, I wiggle them and feel the cotton tickle them, I giggle and feel the vibrations go through my chest. Maybe I can open my eyes now, I try it. I focus on my eyes and being able to see everything clearly, my eyes pop open and I’m staring at the ceiling. Theirs soft snoring, daddies snore! They’re a shaking motion and I feel my body shake. I focus on my arms next I imagine being able to grab things, hug mommy and reach up to tickle daddy. My arms start to move next to me and I raise them up, these are not my hands! These are big girl hands, where are my small soft hands, why are these hands big and rough!? I shoot up and bang my head on something, I rub a spot on my forehead I open my eyes and take in a breath. It’s cat-boy! I may not remember much but I do remember him, his eyes were the last thing I saw before the darkness came. He smiles, no wait he smirks, showing off one shiny canine. I feel threatened by him, but safe I feel angry at him, but glad he’s here what is going on?! For reasons unknown to me I smirk at him too, my teeth feel longer and I’m pretty sure I have a canine too. He’s about to say something when I’m sucked up into a giant hug that’s squishing all the breath out of me. I manage to breath in, strawberries and earth, it’s mommy! I wrap my arms around her and feel the wetness on my shoulders and realize she’s shaking with tears.
“mom, it’s ok I’m here” my voice isn’t squeaky, it’s firm and hoarse. She just squeezes me harder and just when the pressure goes down daddy comes on my other side and sobs. He hugs me and kisses my forehead and cries. They both cry and squeeze me to the point of pain and I yelp. Daddy backs up and so does mommy, they both look at me, daddy with green eyes and mommy with blue, their hair is messy and there are black circles under there eyes. I clear my throat and stand up, my corner of the den is still the same but I just don’t think it looks right anymore. As soon as I’m standing to my full length daddy, mommy and the cat-boy all get up too. I’m still wearing grass clothes but these are prettier, they’re made of brown, yellow and orange leaves. So it must be fall, I walk to the mouth of the den and feel the air on my skin. Everyone is out and watching our den with curiosity, they look at me and stop. A few are smiling, a few are crying and a few are jumping up and down with joy. I smile and wave to them, some of them I know like mary and cora and john and some of them are new like two little redheads that stand in front of mary and max’s den. I need to get to water, my mind Is so foggy, as if mommy heard my thoughts, which she probably did, she hands me a bucket of water. I plunge my hand in the water and I instantly feel better,
“how does it do that?” that raspy voice asks, my head snaps up, for a minute I forgot cat-boy was here. I growl at him and continue to put water on my hands.
“not the first time I’ve been growled at” he mumbles
“I’m sorry what was that?” I bite out, is he trying to get me upset? Or is he just gloating about being annoying enough to be growled at more than once?
“I said,” he says louder and clearer “it’s not the first time I’ve been growled at” he yells. I clench my teeth, I want to rip him to pieces but instead I calm down and fight for my eyes to remain their green color.
“why exactly are you here?” I say with as much calm as I can,
“well, let’s see you’re my girlfriend, you’ve been in a coma for the last three years um I guess I’m here to see the sights” he says, too much sarcasm. I blink at him which is pretty much the only thing I can do. His girlfriend!? I don’t even know his name for pete’s sake! I look to daddy and see he has his head down in shame and mommy is just standing there. What kind of help is she?
“ok, whoa, whoa I’m your what?”
“god, you’re my imprintee um significant other let’s see another word… partner! You’re my partner” he says exasperatedly.
“uh, um oh daddy?” my voice squeaks again, he looks up and his face is a picture of sadness. This is when I start to freak out.


Oh god she looks like she’s about to have a heart attack. Her breathing intensifies and she starts swirming her hand faster in the bucket,
“Elizabeth, baby calm down” her mother pleas
“I’m calm, I’m super calm” she whispers and then she starts to pace swishing her hand in the bucket faster and faster to the point where the water splashes on the floor.
“Elizabeth calm down” her father growls out
“who are you to tell me to calm down” her eyes are black as they snap on her father and she growls at him,
“have you just found out you’ve been in a coma for 3 years? No, have you found out your someones… partner when you just wake up from a coma where the only thing you remember is darkness? no,” she throws the bucket on the floor.
“so unless you’ve actually been through what I have” wings sprout from her back in blue shininess
“back. Off” she growls then flies away.


I don’t mean to be mean but he has absolutely no right to tell me to calm down. I think after 3 years I deserve at least one major melt down. I didn’t even know I could fly, I didn’t even know I had wings! Everything looks beautiful the tree’s are their normal brownish orangeish color. The grass isn’t wilting yet so it’s still green and sunset is about to come. Nobody is outside strange, to my left there’s a huge ocean that shimmers like glitter everytime it moves. I want to go there and just swim in it all day, maybe when I’m older I’ll go.
“it’s beautiful isn’t it?” mommy asks, she almost gives me a heart attack but I don’t chow it.
“very” my voice is starting to squeak up again so I clear my throat,
“I’m sorry, it’s just a lot. And daddy is always so pushy and it’s just…”
“a lot, I know” she sighs and I stop. Somehow I hover in the air and actually look at her. My mom is beautiful, she’s wearing a very pretty grass tube dress that has a few leaves here and there, her wings are shimmery green and elegant. It looks like she’s cut her hair, her brown eyes look at me with concern,
“you ok sweety?”
“yeah I’m fine” I breath in some air and look around.
“I guess we should get back before your father goes crazy” she says, why would he go crazy?
“does he know you came out to fly with me?”
“nope which Is why we should go back” she takes my hand and we fly back home.


I look up in the sky, looking for some sort of blue in the now orange sky, I find this entertaining but that’s because I’m used to it. You know the whole cat and mouse game, yes I know it’s a cliché but hey, it’s what I do. But her father on the other hand is having trouble controlling his temper. While he goes around “den village” I watch the skies. She might not come back, she might just run away, I would too if I were her. Something flutters behind me and I turn and bump my head into something,
“ok, really everytime does that have to happen?” she complains rubbing her forehead,
“you came back!” I hug her and pick her up, the grass in her clothes are itchy but I don’t mind
“of course, why wouldn’t I come back?” she wiggles out of my arms and fixes her dress
“because me and your dad were pushy jerks?” I cant help the sarcasm that comes out of my mouth sometimes. It’s a good thing I have good reflexes, because if I didn’t I’d probably have head trauma due to the fact that my mothers paw would go upside my head every time I talked. She waves me