Blood Moon

1: The end of the lies

A cool breeze brushes across my face, taking a deep breath to savor the fresh air. I have a look at my surroundings. I find that I am sitting in the meadow by my old home, reading a book. A small smile graces my lips. This is one of my favourite things to do. It never fails to give me peace in an otherwise busy world, I get to enjoy the nature around me without interruptions. The thought on how I got here is what brings me out of my peace, I am not sure on how I got here or when, I haven't been here in years.

Shrugging off my unease, I glanced down at the book that I seemed to have been reading, by the looks of it I was already halfway through. Gliding my forefinger over the page I can't recall what the book was about, glancing at the page the words inked on it started to spin and morph. Unease filled my stomach. Confused and startled, I slammed it shut and I look around me. The space around me no longer felt peaceful and the more I looked, the more unease filled my body. The beautiful meadow I had been sitting in only a few seconds ago changed into something darker. Cruel almost, as if every aspect of it was a living entity.

A voice came from somewhere beyond one of the trees in front of me, calling out to me, I couldn't understand what they were trying to say. The ground underneath me shifted, and the leaves above my head began rustling. The earth beneath me began to open and take on the shape of quicksand, pulling me under slowly. The more I tried to grip onto the grass or the roots of the tree the deeper I sunk, with all my best efforts I still continued to sink, all until I was under the earth suffocating and screaming for help. I felt dizzy and sick, and my mind began to spin uncontrollably, as soil began to fill my lungs.

I awoke coughing to the blaring of my alarm clock. Opening my eyes slowly, trying to find it, the light streaming through my dark purple curtains made me instantly shut them. My breaths were still laboured from the strange dream. Clutching my chest, I took a few moments to regain my breath and slow my heart rate.

Turning myself around facing away from my window, I opened my eyes once more, this time without any troubles.

I looked at my clock and saw it was five in the morning, I groaned into my pillow beside me and stretched over towards my night stand blindly, switching my still blaring alarm clock off. I remained there in my position, unmoving, and cursing whoever thought waking up early was a good idea for students. Not once making any gesture or showing any indication that I was ready to get up for the day, in fact I was ready to go back to sleep. Yawning, I sat up slowly, feeling puffy and stiff. I eventually got out of my warm bed and made my way towards the walk-in closet at the corner of my room near the window, switching on the light as I entered the room. I began hunting for a semi-decent outfit for school.

After 15 minutes of looking through my clothes, I decided on dark blue skinny jeans and a red tank top with small patterns embroidered on it. Taking them off their hangers I go to grab my black converse which was thrown lazily by the door. These shoes were so worn though I'm surprised it can still be called shoes at this point, at the last second before leaving the closet I grab the black leather jacket hanging on the door to complete the outfit.

Sighing, I take my clothes to my joint bathroom dragging my feet over the floor to shower. Getting in once I had stripped down I turned the tap on and a rush of cold water hit my face waking me up from my groggy state, quickly I adjusted the temperature and began to clean myself making sure to scrub my skin trying to thoroughly scrub off any remnants of my dream. Once I finished I dried and changed, thankfully finding that I had a pair of clean socks on the bathroom sink. I must've left them there by mistake yesterday when I was putting away my laundry and clean towels. Secretly praising my easily distracted mind I cleaned up the bathroom. And brushed my teeth.

The steam after my shower was thick, making my chest feel heavy, giving me flashbacks from that nightmare earlier. Shaking the uncomfortable feeling off, I walked towards the bathroom door, tossing my pyjamas into the laundry hamper.