Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)bang bang! The bullets flew past Belle, grazing her cheek but otherwise leaving her unharmed. She yelped at the sudden shock of pain, before pushing on. Adrenaline made her faster than she normally was, making her oblivious to the various cuts she was getting from the branches of the trees. It was dark, the sky a moonless void. The perfect night to die, at the hands of a man who was supposed to be her family. Another bullet. Belle tripped over a root, falling on the earth, twisting her ankle...
Belle woke with a start, gasping for air, pressing a small hand to her heart. Her silver eyes were wide and alert, searching her room for the attacker in her dream. But he was dead. He had been dead for three years now. Her stepfather Adam Oake had been a cruel man, a man who felt more lust for his wife's daughter than for his actual wife. A man that had attempted to kill her, and was instead mauled to death by a large animal. The cop who was supposed to protect. Even dead, he haunted her dreams.
She brushed her thick, long pale blond hair away from her face, taking a deep breath as she calmed herself. She was safe. He was dead. Her and her mother were fine, and she needed to stop with these nightmares. She had been recommended a counselor, but she denied it. She didn't need mental help. What she needed after that event was to get on with her life, to find joy in it, maybe even a few friends. The friends part hadn't hapened yet, although after everyone found out her stepfather died, they had rushed to her side, as was customary in a small town. None of them truly knew what the man was like, and Belle knew they all had been trying to help her, but it only made her mad. Praising a sick pedophile.
That night, she should have died of cold out in those woods. But a huge beast led her home, a wolf that was larger than a normal wolf. Belle still didn't know if that part was real or not, because she had never seen that gorgeous animal again. She never told anyone either, not even her mother. He was her secret, the last bit of magic she would experience.
She stood up, walking around her bedroom to find clothes. Belle was tall, but she had small hands and feet. It made her very clumsy, making anything that involved running kind of out of the question. Unless she wanted to smash her face into the concrete. Finding the black shirt and jeans she wanted, she put them on and brushed her hair, grabbing her back pack and walking out the door. It was a chilly morning, almost cold enough for it to snow. Which was common in Moonsgrove around this time of the year. It was first day as a freshman in college, and honestly, all Belle wanted to do was go back to bed. She wasn't excited for school, never had been. It was only a means to get where she needed to be, which was an author. Belle didn't exactly have any friends either, so it was unlikely that she would make any.
After her first class was over, she had an extra two hours of free time before her next class started. So she sat underneath a large tree and pulled out a book, deciding to immerse in a story before her next class. Only problem was, was that she didn't bring a coat, and it started snowing.
"God dammit." She muttered under her breath. There was no way she could run to her apartment and come back before her next class. So she decided to run inside a building. She picked up her bag and jogged towards the closest building, only, of course, to trip and fall, her books flying out of her bag. She swore again, and shivered, trying to hurriedly pick up her things. It was just her luck, to end up without a coat on the one day it snowed...
Belle woke with a start, gasping for air, pressing a small hand to her heart. Her silver eyes were wide and alert, searching her room for the attacker in her dream. But he was dead. He had been dead for three years now. Her stepfather Adam Oake had been a cruel man, a man who felt more lust for his wife's daughter than for his actual wife. A man that had attempted to kill her, and was instead mauled to death by a large animal. The cop who was supposed to protect. Even dead, he haunted her dreams.
She brushed her thick, long pale blond hair away from her face, taking a deep breath as she calmed herself. She was safe. He was dead. Her and her mother were fine, and she needed to stop with these nightmares. She had been recommended a counselor, but she denied it. She didn't need mental help. What she needed after that event was to get on with her life, to find joy in it, maybe even a few friends. The friends part hadn't hapened yet, although after everyone found out her stepfather died, they had rushed to her side, as was customary in a small town. None of them truly knew what the man was like, and Belle knew they all had been trying to help her, but it only made her mad. Praising a sick pedophile.
That night, she should have died of cold out in those woods. But a huge beast led her home, a wolf that was larger than a normal wolf. Belle still didn't know if that part was real or not, because she had never seen that gorgeous animal again. She never told anyone either, not even her mother. He was her secret, the last bit of magic she would experience.
She stood up, walking around her bedroom to find clothes. Belle was tall, but she had small hands and feet. It made her very clumsy, making anything that involved running kind of out of the question. Unless she wanted to smash her face into the concrete. Finding the black shirt and jeans she wanted, she put them on and brushed her hair, grabbing her back pack and walking out the door. It was a chilly morning, almost cold enough for it to snow. Which was common in Moonsgrove around this time of the year. It was first day as a freshman in college, and honestly, all Belle wanted to do was go back to bed. She wasn't excited for school, never had been. It was only a means to get where she needed to be, which was an author. Belle didn't exactly have any friends either, so it was unlikely that she would make any.
After her first class was over, she had an extra two hours of free time before her next class started. So she sat underneath a large tree and pulled out a book, deciding to immerse in a story before her next class. Only problem was, was that she didn't bring a coat, and it started snowing.
"God dammit." She muttered under her breath. There was no way she could run to her apartment and come back before her next class. So she decided to run inside a building. She picked up her bag and jogged towards the closest building, only, of course, to trip and fall, her books flying out of her bag. She swore again, and shivered, trying to hurriedly pick up her things. It was just her luck, to end up without a coat on the one day it snowed...
