I am awoken by a nightmare. The boys had realized that I am insane and were carrying me off to a van to take me to an insane asylum. I wake up just as the door to the van is shut and I am left in darkness by myself. I am covered in sweat and gasping for breath- there is no way I am going back to sleep now. I check the clock and it is morning- barely. I try recalling the first dream I had had in the night to calm myself down. That dream wasn't so bad. We were just walking and I was actually having a conversation with them. It does help me calm a little , but the nightmare still lingers like a bad taste in the mouth. I decide the best thing to do is get up and do my usual morning exercises and activities. By the time I am in the shower, I am feeling much better and I decide I can probably keep breakfast down.
Getting dressed ramps up the anxiety again though. What the heck should I wear? Checking the weather for the day on my computer, I see that it will be a little cooler today than it was yesterday. Usually I would just grab one of my short skirts and a top - nobody is ever around to see me, but I really don't want to flash either of the boys by accident today. I don't have any pants. Mother complains that it is too much trouble to get pants that fit by mail order, so she bought me a couple of short knee length skirts that stretch and then a couple of long skirts that also stretch. I have a few solid colored long sleeve shirts, a few short sleeved ones, a couple of large t shirts that I sleep in, 3 sweaters, and 2 pairs of pull on shorts. Mary had bought me some tights this last winter as well for extra warmth. Clothes are usually never an issue for me; I never go anywhere. I finally decide on the soft khaki shorts with the drawstring and a purple long sleeved t-shirt and then start heading down stairs, leaving my wet hair down to dry.
I am about half way down the stairs when I hear Mother start yelling at Mary about her eggs not being runny enough. There is no way I am going down there if she is home and down stairs today. No breakfast today after all. As quiet as a mouse, I turn around and shut myself back into my room. Time to study I guess.
Easier said than done evidently. It is now 11:30 and I haven't accomplished anything other than making myself more and more nervous about meeting the boys. I finally allow my self to give up on homework and braid my hair into a crown around my head. Deciding my weirdness may be hidden just a little longer if I have shoes on this time, I slip on a pair of brown flip flops and then press my ear to the door to listen. I don't hear anyone in the hallway so I slip out. Keeping an ear out for Mother, I slowly head down the stairs. The only sounds I hear are the sounds of scrubbing. Mother doesn't like to be around while Mary is cleaning so she is most likely in her rooms again. I sneak out the back door and into the yard. As soon as my feet are in the grass I freeze.
Can I really do this?
There is a very slight breeze and it is enough to make little goose bumps break out on my bare legs. The energy in the ground is humming calmly. The sky is just a little overcast and everything is quiet- except my pounding heart. If I go, they are going to know I am strange at the very least. I have no social skills after all. Will I even be able to talk to them or will I make a fool of myself again like I did yesterday? I am starting to talk myself out of going. I take a half step back.... No! I have to take a risk. Do I want to spend the rest of my life locked up in this haunted house? I will be 18 in a year. What happens then? I will finally be able to leave this place and She won't be able to stop me. I need to get some experience dealing with other people at least. They seemed nice and patient yesterday.... I'm sure they wouldn't really drag me into a van like they did in my dream.....
I take a step forward. And then another. And then another until I am steadily walking into the woods. By the time I am getting close to the old shack, my whole body is shaking. I stop to press my forehead and palms into the tree closest to me and take two deep breaths. I try to focus on the gentle hum of the energy all around me and I feel myself settling. In this stillness I hear voices.
"She going to show up?" The voice doesn't sound like Kenji or Dwyer. It is deeper and rougher.
"Give her a little more time Aiden. She is shy," says Dwyer in his gentle voice.
I hear Kenji reply "She will probably run as soon as she sees you though. You should have stayed at the hotel. " He sounds frustrated.
Who is this Aiden!? I wasn't expecting anyone else! Oh god! I slowly creep forward to hide behind the shack and then peak my head around just a little, hoping to see what is going on. My eyes land on a man who must be Aiden. I am seeing him from the side and he is huge! He looks to be older than Dwyer and Kenji by a few years and he is both taller and wider than they are. Every inch of him appears to be raw power. He must spend a lot of time in the gym, or pulverizing people... He has dark blond hair that hangs down to his chin. His legs are in a wide stance and his arms are crossed against his chest in front of him. I can't see all of his face, but enough to see that he has a very intense frown.
Aiden watches Kenji pace as he says, "Look- if she is really what you two think she is, it is way too fucking dangerous for a little girl to be left here with no protection. There was a gate here just yesterday for Christ's sake! It's just a matter of time before they find her. " What are they talking about? Who will find me? Who would even be looking for me? In my confusion , I am not even aware that I am slowly moving out from behind my hiding place.
Dwyer speaks again and I see him leaning against a tree. "She's not little, little. She's like 15 or something."
"I'm 17." All three males turn towards me at the same time in surprise. Oh no , I said that out loud....
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Selene's New Moon
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