Cursed Moon

Chapter 1: Dime.

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Silas kept running, not looking behind him, fear had overwhelmed him and all of his senses. He couldn't help the tears streaming down hish face, the wind blowing against his face making the tears feel like frozen shards of ice against his skin. He swallowed hard, not knowing where he was going, just trying to get away from that thing chasing him. He didn't know what it was but had absolutely no interest in finding out. His foot hit a sturdy tree root, the momentum he had lost as he met the object, sending him sprawling onto the ground, landing with a loud thump.

He cursed himself for not paying attention to where he was running. He got up slowly, looking around. He smiled slightly as he came to the realization that the large wolf like figure was no longer following him. Wiping the tears away from his eyes and cheeks with the sleeve of his hoodie. He swallowed, catching his breath, turning to start walking again once he caught his breath. His eyes widened, looking into the large, glowing, blood red eyes of the abnormally large wolf that stood before him.

The fur of the wolf was nightmare black, it made Silas feel like if he stared at it for too long that it would send all of his deepest darkest fears hurdling out at him. He closed his eyes, trying to convince himself that it wasn't real and that he was dreaming. That was, until he heard the low growl emitted from the wolfs lip, which were drawn back in a snarl. Silas opened his eyes slowly, watching as the Wolf stepped towards him. "If there is a god...please save me..." Silas words filled with terror. Silas, in almost a literal sense, jumped out of his skin at the feel of the icy cold hand upon his shoulder. He looked up at the motionless corpse of his mother. Her chest cavity was still opened wide but it was vacant, the organs that once filled her body were gone. He swallowed hard, hearing laughter coming from behind the corpse. Silas stood up slowly, the laughter filling his ears, the demented enjoyment of a single person consuming his hearing. He heard a low, agitated voice from behind him. He looked up slowly at the humanoid figure, darkness hiding the body from detail. "Shut up, Cheren!"

The one refereed to as, Cheren, responded. His voice not as deep as the other mans, but Cherens was filled with hysteria, like he enjoyed holding the vacant corpse of Silas mother. "Calm down Samuel, I'm just having fun." Cheren stepped into the light of the full moon, grinning hysterically down at Silas. "Hey buddy, it'll be over soon." Silas turned to run but failed, hands clamping down on his arms like steel. Silas watched as the one called Samuel stepped into view now, his eyes glowing blood red. Samuels hand pushed Silas head to side. Silas tried to fight the tears. "This is a dream...just a dream."

"Unfortunately." Samuel said, looking Silas in the eyes, smiling slightly. "It's not." Samuels mouth opened to giant proportions, fangs replacing were his normal human teeth were. Silas screamed.

Silas jumped awake as the bell rang, hearing laughter emitting from everywhere around him. He got up slowly, not knowing what the laughter was from until he heard the 'Big man on campus' Kyle Masters ask him if he missed his mommy. Reality struck with him the force equal to that of a slap dealt by God, if there was one. He had been talking in his sleep, revealing every little juicy detail of his dream to the class as if it were a science presentation. Silas sighed, running his hand through his wavy black hair, brushing it from his eyes, grabbing his messenger back that lay next to his now vacant desk and walked hastily out of the classroom. His steps slowed to a stop after hearing the annoying, audible click of the intercom ring through the narrow halls. "Silas Wess report to the counselors office. Silas Wess to the counselors office." Click. Silas groaned loudly, haware of the taunting that would soon come upon him like rain during a cloudy day. But there was none, apparently the fact that he was a post psychotic ticking time bomb had lost its humor. Finally. He quickly walked down to the Counselors office, avoiding eye contact with any passerby that happened to look his way. He opened Mrs. Rotferd's office door slowly and peeked in. "Mrs. Rotferd, you wanted to see me?"

She looked up from the enormous stack of papers that lay astride her desktop. Her horn rimmed glasses placed sloppily along the bridge of her nose. She wasn't ugly, in fact she was rather beautiful, the way her chocolate brown hair cascaded lightly past her shoulders. The way she scrunched her nose when she was angry, the way her ass looked when she walked out of the classroom. 'A little too sexual, Silas.' He though to himself. She smiled, her white teeth so white that he was surprised she wasn't in a cheesy toothpaste commercial with a little sparkle placed at the corner of her teeth each time she smiled. "Ah! Yes! Mr. Silas, please, take a seat."

She said, gesturing to pick one of the brown, extremely fancy looking chairs that sat in front of her desk. "Sorry about the mess, Senior recommendation letters."

Silas nodded slowly, taking a seat. "It's fine." He said, looking up at her once he got comfortable.

"So, how have you been? I'm sorry we had to cancel your appointment last week, I had gotten sick."

"It's fine and I'm good, I guess."

"Gotten any sleep?"

"Nope, still living off Aderal and Red Bull."

She laughed lightly. "Silas, you need to sleep."

"Oh believe me, I would if I could. I just keep having nightmares about..well...you know what about."

"Yes, I do." She smiled sadly, patting his hand lightly. "Have you been writing, in the journal I bought you?"

"Yes ma'am..and uhm I've been meaning to ask you," he said, opening his bag and pulling out the black leather journal and handing it to her. "Can I get another one? I filled this one up."

Her eyes widened. "I gave that to you last week, Silas. How on earth did you manage to fill it up so quickly?"

"One. That's what she said. Two, I have a lot of personal shit going on, so."

"Language, Mr. Wess and yes," she opened up one of the drawers on her desk and pulled out another journal, handing it to him. "You may."

"Thank you." He got up, grabbing his bag and pulling it over one shoulder.

"Can I go? I'm not feeling well."

She sighed softly, smiling and nodding. "Yes. I look forward to our next session."

Silas smirked, backing up. "If I only had a Nickel for every time I heard that." He winked and turned around, walking out.

She laughed, rubbing her temples as he shut the door.