Forgotten Luna

Chapter 11

        Oh god guys Im so sorry That its so late.But I got things going on in my life with school and everyone has family drama and what not. I feel like it shouldnt be at chapter 11 aswell! This books my baby! Now I know how my mom feels about me! LOL But again Thanks to cleo for helping, I love her lots 

Jess P.O.V

I froze on the spot.

Birds were chirping in the distance, talking to each other in their sing-song way, filling the forest with a variety of songs, chirps and squeaks.  The serenity and complexity of it was beautiful.

It matched the grace of the forest around me; how everything was alive, everything living in unison with its surroundings. As if the whole forest was a real, living being. The birds were its voice, the trees its lungs… The whole atmosphere made me realize that humans were a plague, wiping out the beauty of something that was so imminent in a place like this.

A sudden sharp jolt in my head made me push my ears back while tilting my head slightly. My whole face contorted in pain, my lips curling up to show my sharp canines as I huddled to the floor with scrunched up eyes, as if to protect myself somehow.

Something was pulling in the center of my brain, and I didn’t know if I wanted to find out what it was but it seemed like I didn’t have a choice. Numbness enveloped me like a soothing blanket, wiping out my awareness of the tranquil forest and the chirping birds around me.

‘Everything was blurry and I couldn’t see…I could only feel the cold floor underneath me and my heart racing in my chest as I was afraid of my surroundings.

I was lost, cold and scared.

Two large hands slowly put some pressure on my small body, one underneath my back and arms as the other cradled my head, gentle but firmly. I could feel myself being lifted in the air and up in this persons arms before they started moving.

A bird whistled in the silence, the song cutting eerily through the air like a warm knife would through butter. It flowed so smoothly, light as air while the beautiful voice lifted higher and higher with each omniscient note.

The green forest blurred past but I felt secure and warm, although something felt out of place. A soft, tugging sensation in my chest made me feel helpless and abandoned, which made me quiver my lips as I was tempted to cry.

A soft, cooing noise rumbled against my side and I looked up. A scruffy man was in the center of my vision, blurry and unfocused but I could make out his soft features, although they were aged by his past. I decided he couldn’t be older than 25 and tried to reach out to his short beard, which was spotted with dirt.

The man smiled sadly at me and placed my hand in his much larger one. “I’m so sorry lass. But it has to be done.” His eyes showed me that he truly was sad as he smiled in that same, grim way once more before I giggled in my bell-like voice. He set me down, softly, but the scene had changed.

We weren’t in the forest anymore, judging by the pavement underneath me and I was once again cold when the stranger left me there. Protesting loudly at the harsh treatment, a wail ripped through my body because of how uncomfortable I felt on the cold floor.

I closed my eyes and cried, desperate for my mother to come, to cuddle me and tell me that everything was all right. When I opened my eyes again, the stranger had completely left my vision and I felt abandoned once again, this time by a stranger. Why, I didn’t know.

I screamed more and louder, begging someone to comfort me but it never came. Nor from my mother, nor from the stranger that had brought me here. Instead, it came from another woman. Soft brown hair and brown eyes that shone softly and curious down on me. She leaned down over me, her face etched with worry as she slowly traced her fingers over the tear-tracks on my face and made hushing sounds.