Dark Moon

Prologue

   There was a storm. Maybe that's why I didn't hear.

   Lighting was striking, while thunder roared. Maybe that's why I didn't hear.

   Branches on the tree near my bedroom kept tapping on the window. Maybe that's why I didn't hear.

   There was a storm. A big one. Maybe that's why I didn't hear my mother screaming in agony. Maybe that's why I didn't hear the growls and slashes as my mother was murdered.

   I was only nine and I still don't know why I didn't hear. My father had heard it. The neighbors had heard it. Yet, for some reason, all I heard was the storm.

   I remember feeling scared. Scared of the storm. My mother was usually with me during big storms like that one. Yet, I didn't question why she wasn't there that time.

   I feel guilty.

   My mother was being torn to shreds by a werewolf, while I was scared of rain and wind. She was yearning to be heard, to be saved. Whilst, I was under the covers hiding from a storm.

   I keep asking myself what would have changed if I had heard her. I would run downstairs to the backyard and watch as the monstrous wolf stood on top of her, watch as it killed her. That's the only logical reasoning of what would have happened. I was a fragile nine year old girl scared of storms, what else could I have done?

   Still, ever since what happened, I make sure I have my door open during a storm, so I could hear. Cause if I had been more aware of what was happening around me that night, I would've heard my mother yelling for help. Yelling for my help.

I can't help but feel guilty.