I was playing in a field with him. My friend.
I didn’t know his name, but I loved him. He had come to play with me in the field for as long as I could remember. Every night he would visit and we would play together in the same field. We had so much fun, just us without an adult in sight.
Then they would come.
Snarling, whining, biting, chasing.
We ran. As fast as our small legs could carry us, we would run to try and escape them. There was a door in the field, the one we had used to enter by. If we could just reach it in time we would be safe and the wolves would not get us. We just had to run.
We ran holding hands but he was faster than me. I couldn’t keep up. Soon our hands had let go and he was running ahead of me shouting at me to run faster. They were gaining on us. I tripped and fell. He didn’t notice, he kept running. I looked back and the wolves were closer. They were going to kill me.
He looked back and saw me kneeling on the floor. He called to me, told me to get up, I still had time. I told him it was too late, go on, save yourself. He said no. He started running towards me, he wanted to save me. The door was just ahead of him, I told him to keep going, just leave me. He ignored my pleas, he was coming to save me.
He got to me and pulled me up. He took me by the hand and he dragged me along behind him. The wolves were closer now, we could hear them panting for breath. He took me and threw me through the door. Safe on the other side I turned back and held out my hand. I told him to take it, quickly they were coming.
He looked up at me and smiled. He shook his head, no. It was too late. He wouldn’t get through in time. I screamed louder and louder to try, please try.
As I watched the wolves bearing down on him, excited now their prey wasn’t going to escape, the vision started to fade. NO! I was back in my bedroom and I was watching him through the cupboard door. As the seconds ticked by the field grew further and further away and carried him with it. The vision started to fade and he stood there waving goodbye to me.
The wolves were feet away from him… he was waving to me with a smile on his face. He had saved me. The vision faded and I screamed and cried as I sat on the other side of the door. He was gone.
This nightmare plagued me for many years of my young life, while I lived in the house where the fire had been. My first house. The only place I have ever called home. The only place I ever had that nightmare.