Talking to the Moon

Talking to the Moon

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Alano García is an eighteen year old boy living in San Cristobal de las Casas, Mexico. Born on October 13th, 1801, to an indigenous mother and Spanish father, he struggled with hallucinations, seizures and (most notably) a drug addiction. Growing up in Ciudad de Mexico, he was sent away in order to keep his father's reputation clean. In his new home he met Sharon Alberty, a woman from England. What the boy didn't know is that Sharon was sent there by his father in order to keep an eye on him. At the age of 16 his hallucinations are worsened by his mother's death and the passing of his only friend. During this time he became convinced that someone was out to get him. Flashes of his skinny, pale, lifeless body laying on the floor start to appear in his dreams and Alano has come to the conclusion that this is his end. The question is, who is the man behind the young boy's suspensions? Is it really just in his head?
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He still remembers it. The sound of bones breaking. The ringing. The voices. Their voices. His voice. But it shouldn't be possible. He sat in his bed, the darkness of the night making it hard to see at first. Sweat on his face- no whole body made it seem like just a bad dream. It was just that, wasn't it? Just a bad dream. But why was he feeling like he was being watched? Someones, or somethings eyes on his neck. Just waiting for a moment of weakness. Waiting for Finney to let his guard down, just to snap it. Something that only worsens it though, is that the other boys, which he had dreamed about, seem weird, strangely different than before. Or, Finney wakes up in the past with memories of the basement, but is telling himself it was nothing but a bad dream. But, of course, it is not. Because what kind of person am I to just let him and the other grave-boys just forget? Fair warning for this fic, English isn't my first language, so mistakes can/will happen. Secondly, some supernatural stuff will happen and will be discussed, but only in a way, that I think fits kinda in the story. (originally posted on my AO3 MariDreamLove )

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