Moonstruck (ON HOLD)

It's true, what they say. The more you run away from something, the more it chases after you. Laying here breathless, in the midst of nowhere- scratch that- in the midst of a clock tower, I recalled the wise, wise words once spoken to me by my physics teacher. I stared, unmoving, at my strange, ancient surroundings. I gently turned my head to see the dark, thick liquid seeping through the exotic markings on my wrist, the pain throbbing through my arm, spreading to the rest of my body. As if no longer able to detect the burning agony, my brain was numb, allowing me to spend my last few breaths in silent wait, listening to the loud 'tic toc' of the four, large, wall sized clocks that encircled me.

I never asked for this. I was never one of those girls who tried to act different, trying to attract supernatural things thinking one day Edward Cullen would come take them away. I'd always tried to avoid the unusual, never taking anything or anyone for granted, never venturing too deep into the waters, below which lurked thousands of unpleasant, nasty secrets. The clock chimed at last, it's deafening blare causing an unusual, soothing effect on my mind, blocking out all the unpleasant thoughts as my gaze remained locked on the full moon.
I closed my eyes at the twelfth chime, finally hearing the sound I'd been waiting for. His footsteps stopped right beside me, as I lay there, too afraid to open my eyes. A tear rolled softly down the side of my face as his low, velvet voice began,
"Did you miss me?"