Night of April 2, 2007

Me and the monster were in the kitchen of my house doing something...I think she was cooking and I was kinda just hanging around. Anyway, this truck came up and we were supposed to unload it or something. I saw another one in the front and I said something about it and being who she is, the monster snapped at me and we went outside to unload it. I was holding a very big bag of...I think it was rice but I'm not sure. Anyway, there were these two guys down the street by the blue house and one yelled at us to watch out because there was a wolf or something. The other guy said there wasn't. I looked back and there was this black wolf rushing towards us. "Shit!" I exclaimed and tried to slip under the truck but the wolf got me by the ankle and started running, dragging me. I just went with it. My arms were in an x and holding my shoulders. I knew I had to do something so I waited and grabbed the wolf's foot and pulled it up. The wolf tumbled and attacked me. I was being mauled by a wolf and I knew I had to do something so I waited for the right moment and I shoved my hand down its throat. It froze and struggled against me but eventually settled down. By then, dickface and the stepmom caught up to me (I was dragged pretty far) and the wolf took off. The guy who warned me took off after it. There was something metal in my arm from when I was being dragged. Someone pulled it out. A group of people came, they were cops but they weren't so I don't know what to call them. They asked dickface if he would send his resume or whatever to their main office place. He was happy that they wanted him on the force. I was just walking normally with them even though I was bleeding from almost every limb. I wouldn't let anybody help me. Eventually I was home and safe. Alot of people came to see me. I proudly told my story over and over to anyone who asked and anyone who would listen. I wore my wounds proudly even though I couldn't really move my arms and it hurt like hell. I had bite marks all down my right leg that I showed everyone when I told my story. My right arm was swollen and very purple from bruising and red. It was twice the size of the other arm. My left forearm looked like it had scales or something and it was wet like it was bleeding water. It was pretty nasty but I was proud. I think I had a mark on my face but it was just small. I forgot to mention, I was telling my story to someone and the guy who warned me was there. I was so confused all of a sudden and thought it was all a dream so I asked him, "Did I get attacked by a wolf yesterday?" He said I did and I was like, "Wow, I wasn't dreaming." The attack had more of an effect on me than I thought I guess. And that was proven when I finally got out of the house. I was healed up better but I was scarred. I heard something and I freaked out and went back inside. I told everyone to stay in because I thought there were two wolves out there. I was so paranoid and scared. Strange 'cause moments before I was feeling on top of the world, like nothing could stop me and then...I lied. I was scared.

It's strange but I can still feel the pressure in my arms. When I think about it, my arms feel all...sore. I actually woke up and thought I fought a wolf. That always happens though, I don't know why.