Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Twenty Eight: Lisa

What on earth just happened? Such a simple question yet I’d give anyone anything if they could make me understand what just happened right now.

Words weren’t enough to describe this monstrosity and my heart wasn’t that strong right now to recall everything from the beginning.

But I wouldn’t stop questioning myself that. More like I couldn’t.

I was crying vociferously on the inside so much that my heart started to weigh more than it usually should’ve and the contractions and relaxations went out of the rhythm, making my heart ache inside my chest.

I wanted to hold my heart in between my clasps and make the sobs loud enough for my ears and not just for my feelings.

I wanted to run around and scream on top of my lungs such that the entire world could hear me.

That was all I wanted but instead of doing them, I sat lifeless on the ground. Though my heart was painfully beating against my chest, my breathing was short and barely recognizable.

My knees were brought closer to face and I wrapped my arms around my legs, hugging all of me.

I was still petrified and shaken from his voice, his eyes which I’d always thought to be just a part of my dreams, my nightmares.

I’d never thought of him to really exist and yet he was, just a few moments ago, threatening me.

The night wasn’t doing any good to my fear. It had gone pitch-black all over the sky. There were no stars, no more illuminating moon, and no more blue sky just a desolate shadowy night.

The wind whispered things into my ears, vile promises that brushed against my naked skin but I didn’t shiver.

The howl was quite distinct from the rest of the despicable voices yet all the while my mind was wandering in a different place.

If you don’t, I’ll get rid of them all.

Blood Moon. I had to hand myself over to Mason before that wretched night.

I’d heard Jenna all my life telling me about horror stories.

She’d tell me about the paranormal activities occurring on that particular night. That night was the source of power of every curse and also with the power to alleviate the said curses.

She told me about the monsters that lurked in the shadows but I never believed her.

There must’ve been more company then just me and Julie but I wasn’t able to sense them. I heard footsteps approaching us but I kept my gaze cold and towards the ground.

I was lost in a sense I couldn’t comprehend what my mind was saying and my body was feeling. I felt cold but not the kind to make me shiver, I felt cold on the outside like I had nothing left to look up to, nothing left to do.

I was living but I felt as if to have been dead.

More steps approached me, all leaving piercing thumps into my ears. I could feel the ground being vibrated because of the weight and loud smacks.

I could smell the leaves being trodden under the feet of those who ran towards us. Yet I remained calm and still, unbothered by any of it and started sinking deeper into my ocean of grievances.

However, at this point I felt absolutely nothing at all, no grief or happy thought was able to make me cry or make me feel anything.

I was blank.

Hands reached towards me and before I knew I felt a touch shaking me like my mother waking me up from sleep.

I grudged against the thought of looking at those hands, I didn’t want to wake into a reality of miseries. I liked being numb, I liked feeling cold and no worries for anyone.