My thoughts are mixed together with my dreams....more like nightmares....

In my dream right now, I am hugging a girl....we both are shivering...scared...and in danger... 

However, my insanity is running wild. Though I am in danger, the girl is resting on my chest. Her long, chocolate brown hair falls down past her chest, and she is burying her face onto my chest. Her fingers are intertwined with mine, as she looks at me with those dark brownish-blackish eyes. Fear trembles over her eyes, and tears fall down slowly. I wipe them with my finger. 

Our breathings are now matched, as I breathe in the same air as her. She doesn't seem to mind but she doesn't know how fast my heartbeat is beating. I gulp and pull her close, wrapping my arms around her head. 

The monsters are now approaching us slowly as wolves. They laugh, snicker, and enjoy us trembling with fear. Before I even had a chance to breathe, one of them attacks us. The girl screams and looks at me with her frightened eyes. I feel intense pain on my back and I scream angrily. I grab a stick nearby and whack the wolf to let go.

I poke him straight into the eye and it backs off, bleeding. But I see his mouth and the fur surrounding nose.

Blood.

Fresh red blood.

My dark black shirt is hiding my huge bite mark and I stand up weakly. The girl looks at me from the floor and I turn around, letting her hide behind my legs. The wolves start to snarl at me and one seems to say, "Attack you fool."

The other wolves laugh and I shake my head, knowing I am imagining. Another wolf says, "Attack you weakling. We'll rip you to pieces with that fantastic lady behind you." 

I slowly rubs my eyes and hear whimpering and soft crying from the girl. I turn my head and look behind me, making eye contact with her. The tears sting her eyes and tears formulate quickly. She looks at me and I say, "I'll protect you." 

She nods and replies, "G-good.....because... I need you." 

"I need you."

Those...words... it plays over and over again in my head. 

The vision disappears and I am surrounded by complete blackness. 

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I slowly reopen my eyes, as my vision was blurry. I hear whispers followed by hushes. I blink my eyes to capture a clear image of what's in front of me. 

A hand.

Someone is waving their hand in front of my face. 

My hearing slowly comes back as well, as I hear the anxious voices of the butlers and maids. One voice says, "Mr. Jeon? Are you alright my sire?" 

I weakly nod my head as words don't seem to come out of my dry throat. The rumbling of voices makes my head and ears hurt. I look for Mrs. Han and she comes running to my side. My vision is still blurry as I raise my hands to air to lead me to her hands. She holds then close with her warm hands and she says, "Young Master, we were all worried sick." 

My vision begins to recover and my eyes focus on trying to read the facial structures of Mrs. Han. I say, "Tell the others to leave. I have something important to tell you." 

She nods to my command and does what I say. I look back at the ceiling and feel my body melting from heat. My body tenses up as I breathe slowly. After the maids and butlers exit my room, I ask, "Mrs. Han, if you had to meet your dead husband again, what would you say?" 

Mrs. Han sits next to me and replies, "Well Young Master..it would depend for me. I would be speechless yet I would be glad to meet him again."

Her words start to tremble as I sense her remembering her dead husband. I coldly respond, "Stop." 

Mrs. Han sniffs and bows her head, looking at her feet. I say, "Once I fall asleep, leave the room."

"Yes Young Master." 

I turn onto my other side, looking at the curtains of my room. I hear Mrs. Han sighing and leaning back on her chair. I look at the designs of the curtains. I describe it inside my head to calm it down. 

There are two swirls that are disconnected yet connects after a journey through spaces full of circles. After meeting, they would happily dance with each other, creating more swirls, with the same routine. 

The color of the curtain is gold and dark gray. It gives off the color of royalty and for some reason, wolves. 

Wolves....

I turn my head slightly and ask, "Mrs. Han...was I ever injured or in a fight?' 

Mrs. Han looks at my back as I am still not completely facing her. My eyes follow where she is looking at, the top part of my back. She slowly replies, "Well...y-yes. Y-you were." 

My interest is fully caught and I turn back to face her, ignoring the pain that I am experiencing inside my head. I desperately ask, "When? Tell me when!" 

Mrs. Han ignores the desperation in my eyes, and she replies nonchalantly, "A couple of years ago...you were attacked..."

Mrs. Han keeps hesitating to tell me what has happened, which infuriates me. Before I can say anything, I hear voices wrapping around my thoughts and stopping me from taking action. 

"I need you." 

"I will always protect you."

"Don't leave me." 

"I'll be back...I will save you and bring you out of here. You know I mean this right?" 

"S-still..........W-Wonwoo." 

Sweat immediately falls down my face and I clench onto my covers. I look at Mrs. Han and blurt out, "Call the number that called me...find out who it is. Right Now."

Mrs. Han is a bit flustered, but she bows and walks out of the room. I look at the white, blank ceiling. Suddenly these thoughts start unraveling around me. These are my own thoughts as my thoughts poke me on my forehead, causing my head to think: 

Something is calling me...

And I must find out who it is.