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opened its eyes.
    Looking back at me were the most
brilliant green eyes I had ever seen.
    It sat up on the opposite
mattress and backed further away from me. It almost looked afraid of me.
    I stared wide eyed as it opened
its mouth to speak. It’s canine teeth were larger than a humans and made me
think of a vampire.
    I summoned up all of my strength
and addressed the beast, “Where is the girl who helped me?”
    The animal stared at me like it
wanted to say something again, but then hung its head as if in shame.
    “Did you eat her?!” I demanded,
fear being replaced by anger.
    It shook its head no.
    I sighed, relieved, because if it
had eaten her, it was probably going to eat me next, seeing as I doubted that I
could even walk, let alone run away.
    “What are you?” I asked quietly.
    “A beast,” it whispered.
    Its voice was definitely
feminine, “What’s your name?”
    It shrugged, as if it didn’t
matter.
    “But, you’re a girl,” I said,
“Girl’s usually aren’t beasts.”
    She chuckled, and it made me feel
warm inside, “Well, I’m definitely not the Beauty.”
    I was captivated by her laugh,
even if she was making fun of herself.
    “Oh my gosh, I know you!” I
explained.
    Her eyes brightened, “You do?”
    “Yes,” I said, excited, “You are the girl who helped me last night!”
    She shrugged, “Yes, I brought you
out of the rain, but there wasn’t much else that I could do.”
    Suddenly, I wasn’t afraid
anymore. If this beast meant me harm, then it would have left me out in the
rain to die or already killed me itself.
    “Well, thank you,” I said, “I’d
like to call you something other than The Beast, if that’s okay? It sounds a
little weird and you don’t seem dangerous to me.”
    “Like what?” she asked
hesitantly.
    “I don’t know…” I thought for a
moment, “How about Violet?”
    “Why Violet?” she asked. Her
voice was so melodic and beautiful.
    “Oh, because I started reading The
Twelfth Night ,” I explained.
    She laughed, “The girl’s name is
Viola, not Violet.”
    “Okay, okay, I only read the
back.”
    Her laughter grew, and it put a
smile on my face.
    “So, which do you like better?
Viola or Violet?” I asked.
    “Violet,” she answered, “It’s a
tad more original.”
    “Okay Violet, I’m Daniel. How can
you help me with this excruciating pain that is making it where I can barely
even focus on you over there?”
    Her smile faded, “Oh, I don’t
really know. Where does it hurt?”
    I thought about the pain, but it
only drove me crazy trying to figure out exactly where the pain was coming
from.
    “I can’t tell. Both of my ankles
hurt really, really bad,” I answered.
    She got up off of her mattress
and approached mine slowly.
    “Can I look?” she quietly
whispered.
    I nodded.
    She pulled the covers back from
my legs and we observed them together. There were bruises all along my ankles,
and they were swollen up bigger than a softball.
    “There isn’t any blood,” she
explained, “So you probably just sprained them really badly. Other than that, I
can’t tell anything about the bone underneath without an x-ray machine.”
    I nodded, relieved that I wasn’t
bleeding to death, “You sure do know a lot about medical treatment to have
lived out here in the middle of nowhere for so long.”
    Her face twisted up, “Oh, I
haven’t been here for long; I just stumbled upon this place yesterday.”
    “So, no pain meds?” I asked
hopefully.
    “Oh, I do have some over the
counter stuff!” she exclaimed and ran toward a bag sitting on the back wall.
    Her sudden movement frightened
me, but I tried my best to contain it.
    “How big is this cabin?” I asked.
    “This is about all there is,” she
explained as she gestured around the room we were in. “Back here there is a
tiny pantry with some canned food and extra blankets, and then across from it
is a tiny make-shift bathroom.”
    “What do you mean ‘make-shift’?”
    She giggled,