The Wicked Luna

Fourteen

In the silence of the night I awoke screaming.

The kind of scream that takes your entire body racking through each bone and crawling out of your lungs.

The scream first forms form the pit of your stomach before rising upward. It was the kind of scream that made your blood run cold and made your brain want to get you out of the situation.

I'm up and out of my bed in a matter of seconds, my feet slipping and sliding. Where was the beast that was supposed to kill me? My hands fumble for my door knob but I'm not able to escape. The hands of the beast grab my wrists yanking me back to its massive body. I shut my eyes breathing through my mouth and waiting for death.

Instead something different happens. Hands with ardent sparks are pressed against my face. I hesitantly open my eyes big tears falling down my warm cheeks. After that first tear fell the rest followed. Like a burst damn pooling out water the tears spilled down my cheeks. My skin began to redden my lips trembled.

I fall into a pair of already open arms. My sobs vibrating in the room like a sad song. The arms held me in silence the persons tender hands stroking my hair. My shaking seemed to be never ending and my breathing began to escalate. Was this another panic attack?

The gentle hands moved up to my face and tilted my chin averting my eyes from Caysons black tee shirt. My big ugly tears continued to fall down my cheeks as I breathed rapidly.

"What's the matter? Tell me" Cayson said gently but his voice cracked. As if seeing the damaged me had a toll on him.

I open my mouth to speak but an airy sound escapes instead. I breathe even harder and Cayson pulls us to my bed sitting down and placing my head on his chest. For a while we stay quite, his hands rubbing my back while I gasp for air. Soon enough my breathing returns to normal but I stay in the same position. My legs tucked to my chest while I lean my bead against Caysons chest.

"Now are you ready to tell me whats going on?"
"No" I say in a croaky voice.
"Well too bad we are sitting here until I get an explanation" his voice is just as rocky as mine.

We sit in silence a thick tension coating the air around us. I bite my lip well knowing I should tell him. Would he think differently of me if I did so? I didn't want to seem weak or feeble. Not because of the tragedy I had indured.

"I think I know what has been causing the attacks" I say quietly my voice soft like the gentle fall of rain.

Cayson doesn't utter a word so I continue.

"A long time ago something happened here... in this kingdom" I began to feel small and nimble " there is a creature out there that is stronger than Alphas... much stronger ."

Still no words.

"That beast killed my parents while I was in the room. Most of the time I block it out but every now and then it haunts my dreams."

I tilt my chin peering upward for his reaction. It's one I'm not expecting. His eyes are squeezed shut as if he's trying to fight something in his brain. My lips turn downward in an apparent frown.

"What is it?"
"I guess everyone has something they drag from their childhood."

I frown at my hands biting the inside of my cheek. What was weighing him down?

"And what was in the past of your childhood Cayson?"

His green pools bleed into mine, the springtime ferns growing a darker shade before returning to normal. He pats my arm delicately and a dreary smile is cast down at me.

"Enough of this past" he says stealing the words I had only muttered yesterday " let's live in the now."

I nod my head and climb out of his arms a sickly feeling ruining through my limbs on visuals of what keeps tearing Cayson apart.