Who am I? Why was I born? Is there a reason for me to exist? I wonder…

Once more I heard the noise of the ground moving above me. I heard as someone… something was digging me out. It wasn’t a human. The movement was too fast, reminding me of a dog, or a wolf, but I didn’t feel stressed, nor did it scare me.

The first thing it dig out was my left hand. I couldn’t see anything, as I felt the warmth of the mouth that bit my hand.

This feeling…

It was such a good feeling…

I tried to move my body, pushing the ground above me. It took me some time, but I finally freed my other hand.

When I did, I felt something cold on it. A small breeze, and a weird wetness around my fingers.

Snow…

It was snow.

I moved my leg a little, and after some time it got out. The animal was still biting my hand, as if he didn’t care, that I was still alive after being buried alive. I couldn’t blame him, I didn’t care either.

I used my right hand, to move the ground above me face. It took my five minutes, but I did it…

I could finally open my eyes.

I teared up, as I saw the cloud before me. The day… the trees… the snow… I looked at the clouds, as I felt the cold wind touching my eyes. .

Is it a dream? Am I dreaming? I thought about those things, but when I felt the pain in my left arm I knew, that it wasn’t a dream. It was real.

I heard a noise. The same I heard, when the wolves ate me alive in the village... Once again the teeth clenched on my arm, but I didn’t feel like screaming.

I didn’t feel like crying from pain… I didn’t feel like praying…

I moved my hand that was now bitten, and scratched the tongue of the animal. My nails were long, but it’s not like I could cut them in here…

It seemed to work, because it let go of my hand. Even under the ground, I could feel that I was regenerating right now.

I’m free…

I used my hands to free my head, and after that I released the other leg. It took my some time to release my torso, but I was finally able to move.

It seemed that the wolf was still looking at me with anger, but I didn’t care. I heard my bones, as I tried to get up. Staying in one position for so long had its effect. My muscles were weak, and it took me some time to even sit.

When I did, I looked around. I was surrounded by trees covered in snow, sitting in hole. I saw the wolf panting at me angrily, and then I looked at my body.

I was thin… Really thin…

My hair was long, and it lost a lot of its color… It almost looked grey. As I looked at my legs, I noticed the lack of muscles on them. They were skinny, like that of a chicken.

Once again I heard the growling of a wolf, and I looked at him. He was angry. I could see his teeth clearly, as he circled around me.

Do you want to attack me?

I slowly stood up, and got out of the grave. Me every move was slow, and I was free of openings but the animal didn’t attack. It was weird, he seemed to be scared.

I don’t know. I’m not sure what he felt, but I knew what I felt.

“Get out…” I said with difficulty, and he growled, as if he understood me “Get out… Don’t touch me… Don’t sniff me… Don’t even look at me.”

I don’t know why I said those things, but the animal seemed to be careful. He walked slowly, looking at me for the whole time. His paws, fur, nose… I looked at them, and I realized…

I’m hungry…

My stomach was damaged by the gastric acid. I don’t know for how much I didn’t eat, but I knew that I was hungry. I could eat anything.

Anything…

I looked at the wolf one more time, and started approaching him. My eyes were partially closed, and damaged by the sudden sunlight, but I could still see him clearly...

He was running away. Running away from me.

As I looked at him, I fell on the ground. My legs were thin… Too thin. Even walking for a short amount of time was a problem for me.

I need to move… I need to walk…

I started crawling, grabbing the ground with my long fingers. Wet earth and snow would get under my fingernails, as I moved slowly.

I need to move… Away from this place… I want to eat…

Eat…

I approached a small tree, and lied down leaning against it. A sun was shining at me, and the snow around me was illuminated by it. I looked at my thin body once again.

It reminded me of a corpse. Bones were clearly visible, and there wasn’t much muscle on me.

Eat…

I looked at one of my fingers, as I brought my hand to my face. So thin… It could break at any moment...

Soon after that I bit it, and tore it away. I smelled my blood once again, as I chewed on it. The injury healed almost instantly, leaving my hand the way it was before.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t know that it would happen. I didn’t know that I would heal.

I still wasn’t sure what was truly happening.

But I was just really… really hungry...