Full Moon

001 - first break

As she throws yet another flying fist at me, I grab her and shove her into the table. The table shakes under her and she groans in pain. I stand over her and grab her shirt, throwing fists her way. By now she's covered in open wounds and bruises, I only have her blood on me.

After watching this woman for years, I've finally brought myself to confront her, things were going exactly how I expected. I'm not entirely sure of who she was, but it didn't matter much to me - she was the one who killed my parents.

Almost twelve years ago both of my parents were in a fatal car crash, the other car had two drunks in it. It was the worst night of my life. I was only four, now twelve years later I'm back for vengeance.

As she takes another blow to the cheek, blood spatters from her mouth when she tries to speak, "Please don't do this, you don't understand."

I ignore her comment as I pull her by the collar and press her head down onto the counter of the bar. The bar I found her in, or have seen her in for the past couple of years, is empty on this warm day in May.

I look around the bar for some sort of weapon and my eyes stop at a broken glass next to her. I grab a piece and hold it close to her face, her eyes widen as they fill with terror.

"Please!" she shuts her eyes tightly and squirms under my force I was using to hold her head down. She whimpers as I gently run the shard down her cheek to her neck, I press harder down and she cries out.

Blood starts to drip down as I run the shard across her neck with more force, in the spur of the moment. I can't tell if the noise I hear in my head is my ears ringing from the euphoric moment or her screams.

Screams. Definitely her screams.

I pull the shard away and look down at my hands, covered in blood. The woman is completely still and her eyes are still shut. Blood covers her shirt and her mouth hangs open.

As my thoughts return I stand in shock, dropping the glass to the floor. My eyes widen and I frantically check her pulse: absolutely nothing.

"Holy shit," I say under my breath as I slowly back away.

I really just killed her, she's dead.

I look down at my hands again and bolt out of the bar and into my Jeep, my head still dizzy and my adrenaline still pumping through me.

I can't go home like this, I need to clean myself up.

I look around the parking lot, two other cars here. I assume one is hers, but the other one seems to be empty from what I can see.

I turn my Jeep on and quickly drive away, to the nearest gas station to clean myself up without anyone seeing.

--

I exit the bathroom of the gas station and head back to my car, hidden behind the small building away from everyone else.

Suddenly I fall to the floor in excruciating pain. I let out a little yelp as something in my leg snaps.

My jaw drops as I freeze in place, shocked that so much pain just shook through my whole body.

I grab my leg until my hand snaps from the movement.

What is happening?

"Hey, are you alright?" I look up at a guy walking over to me from his truck, the same truck from the parking lot of the bar. My face drops, praying he isn't trying to get me into trouble.

He looks down at me and his face drops as well and he freezes in his tracks. My back snaps and I fall to my knees, crying out. The guy kneels next to me and tries to talk to me, though my ears are ringing and I can't hear a thing.

I wince and look back down at my hand as it snaps back into place, along with every other limb in my body, and just like that I'm back to normal again.

The guy clears his throat and speaks when he notices I seem better, "Are you alright?"

I nod and lean back onto my heels, "I think so... do you have any idea what the hell just happened to me? How did I just go from being doubled over in pain to being absolutely perfect?"

"I'm not too sure about that one," he runs a hand through his hair and takes this as a good time to change the subject, "I'm Adrian."

Although I'm confused as to why he avoided my question, because I know he knows something about what just happened, I reply with a small smile, "Dylan."

"Woah, that's a cool name."

"My real name's Delaney, but my friends have always called me Dylan," I explain and he nods.

"You must be hungry after that little spell you just had, wanna go grab a bite? There's a diner not far from here, you can follow me from your Jeep."

I furrow my eyebrows and shrug, "Why not? I guess I'm hungry."

—

Although Adrian wasn't the biggest guy, he seemed a little intimidating. He had this dark aura about him, which also did seem a little attractive to me. His brown hair and brown eyes had something enticing to me that made me not want to look away. His face was quite symmetrical, with his straight nose and full lips.

I sip my milkshake and play with the straw.

"So, where are you from?" Adrian asks me and I look up at him as he dipsa fry in his shake.

"I'm from Basalt, right outside of Aspen."

He raises his eyebrows, "Really? Me too! That's odd."

"What's so odd about it?"

He shrugs, "You just look like someone who would stand out to me." He dips another fry.

I grin and laugh a bit, "I always try to blend in so I guess I'm doing my job well."

After being thrown into foster care and moving around a lot, it was easier to blend in and be the quiet person in class than to stand out and have everyone talk about me, 'the new girl.' Moving was ten times easier when I had no friends.

I was also adopted pretty late, not until I was fourteen, so going into high school with no one by my side was a lot harder.

There was only one time, in fifth grade, when I had made a small group of friends, one boy and two girls. I met the boy by bonding over a similar birthmark we both had on our shoulders. I really enjoyed being friends with them, though they seemed to disappear when we started middle school.

"Why is that? You seem like a pretty genuine person."

I smile, "Thanks, I guess," we both giggle for a moment and I answer his question, "Long story short I've gone in and out of households my whole childhood until about two years ago. I was put into foster care when I was four... both of my parents were killed by drunk drivers and I didn't have any close family so foster care was where I was put."

"Wow."

My lips turn into a thin line and nod my head, "Yup, but what about you? You're pretty cool too."

He shakes his head and raises an eyebrow, "Probably not anything that compares to any of yours, I have a friend who also went through the adoption phase for a year or so and he's got some pretty gnarly stories as well."

"I'm sure you have at least one, come on!" I reach across the table and nudge his hand, he flinches at the slightest which makes me pull my hand away.

Is he scared of me?

Adrian covers his moment of worry up with a smile and looks at me before his eye catches something behind me, "Why don't we talk some other time?" he glances down at his phone to check the time, "I gotta go."

He stands up and uses the pen from the check to write his phone number down on a napkin, "Here's my number, just text me whenever."

He puts the pen back down and leaves a couple of dollars for the tip, we already paid for thecheck, before quickly exiting the diner.

I raise aneyebrow and turn to find whatever he was looking at, now is gone.

I turn back to my shake and stare blankly.

"What just happened?"