Untamed S3 ep09




S3 ep09
My mom in danger.

I look away for a moment to swallow the burning ball in my throat. After taking time to recuperate I kneel onto the grass and take off my book bag. I then pull out his story and place it gently next to some roses.
"I enjoyed it, a lot." I whisper lowly to his picture.
I stand and gaze at the picture of him one last time. This is still unbelievable. Many strange things have happening to me lately, but this incident is by far the strangest of them all. There are no words to describe the sadness I feel about this abrupt and shocking misfortune. Ive never lost anyone dear before.
Maybe thats because I dont know many people on a personal level. Now, for the first time in my 19 years of living, Im starting to feel the harsh reality of death and the effects it has on others. Now, because of his tragic death, I may never know why he began acting so distraught.
Besides the sadness, Im also consumed by anger knowing a killer is still out here, watching, waiting, for his next helpless victim. Only pure evil can commit something so horrendous. Theres no justification for such violence, even I wouldnt wish such a death on my worst enemy.
My guilt swells as I stare at the decorative pictures of him. What happened that led to his murder? This is another question I have yet gotten answered, and its tearing me apart inside.
As I stand in front of this beautiful setup, constantly staring at a picture of him, I cant stop asking myself, why? Out of all the people who couldve been chosen, why this innocent soul? The wind starts to blow harder, so I wrap my arms around myself to keep warm. Although Im wearing a scarf and a wool coat, its still no match for the bitterness of this autumn day.
The weather is brisk; the ground is cold and clammy due to raining earlier in the day, and the gray clouds are dense across the evening sky.
I force myself to turn away from his memorial. I cant keep staring at his blameless eyes much longer, its far too painful. Both guilt and sadness follow behind me as I tread through dampen grass. Then, out of nowhere, I hear a noise coming from the woods, the noise of twig snapping. I stop in my tracks and listen to the wind with my eyes on high alert. Seconds passes by. Maybe Im just hearing things. Just to make sure, I stand absolutely motionless and attentive for a little while longer.
A mob of crows burst from the bare trees and flee across the cloudy sky. My heart jumps slightly as they abruptly scatter abroad and disappear from my sight. I shake the jitters from my head, relieving my mind from the tension, and then continue walking again. Its all in my mind, its all in my mind, I think to myself for reassurance. But, just to be on the safe side, I double my pace.
“Iva.” A distant voice calls out to me somewhere within the woods.
The uneasy feeling immediately returns. It sounds like the voice of a woman in danger. The nerves in my body go haywire and the hairs on the back of my neck springs straight up.
“Iva, please help,” the voice calls out again.
Suddenly it hits me…
“Mom?” I project my voice into the woods.
“Iva, help me please Im badly hurt,” my mother calls out to me again.
Immediately, Im ravaged by fear for my mothers life. Automatically, I hurry inside the woods and look around for her with desperate eyes, but a thin mist makes it difficult to see far ahead of me. Still, that doesnt stop me from running around frantically through the fog, trying my best to track her voice down.
“Mom where are you?” I speak into the woods in a higher volume.
“Over here,” her burdened voice calls out to me again.
I follow her cry for help, ducking under low branches, parting bare vines, and leaping over large roots protruding from the muddy soil. It doesnt take me long to find her resting sideways on the leaf covered ground.
“Im over here,” she notifies me.
Shes curled into a ball wearing a long gray cloak thats covering her entire body.
“Mom, what are you doing out here? Are you…”
I stop speaking when I notice something eerie.
My mom is a thin woman but shes not sickly thin like this. I can see her bony spine creasing the cloak from the inside.
“Honey, help me up,” she cries out to me without turning.
I stop walking about 30 feet away from her, which is close enough to see clearly through the fog.
“Please, come closer. I cant stand,” she groans in pain again.
An ugly feeling grows inside me all of a sudden. Then my neck gets hit with a cool sensation that makes its way down my spine, and lingers there. This is a sensation you cant get from the chill of the wind, instead this feeling comes only when you realize something very creepy and bizarre. Theres something about this whole situation that doesnt add up correctly.
What is going on? My mom has no reason being out here, no reason at all. Actually, she should be at work around this time. The wind comes through the forest fiercely, disturbing everything in sight. The strong wind lifts up the hood of the cloak. That stubborn eerie feeling on my spine takes over my entire body, consuming me like a raging fire.
I see a pale wrinkly head covered in thin strands of dark hair, and long ears resting on the sides of its face like a dog. Now, Im gripped by unfathomable horror. I gasp hard and try to conceal my fear by covering my mouth. Ive never felt so terrified in my entire life. The fear is so powerful it makes my legs weaken, causing me to stumble back a little and grabbing the side of a tree for additional support. My heart begins to pound against my chest like a drum. Im lucky this tree is in arms reach, because without the extra support it provides, I think I might just faint.
“Baby, come on, help me up.” This thing, who is obviously not my mother, cries out again.
Extreme fear hits my bloodstream, causing me to become paralyzed temporarily.
“You are not my mother.” I tell it with tense words.

...to be continued

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