The hallway to the playroom felt like a never-ending tunnel. Each step echoed as fear gripped my heart. I prayed for it not to be something horrible; the thought of losing Blue on top of all the loss I had already been through was too much to bear. Daisy’s small hand clutched mine, guiding me faster as if sensing my urgency.As I finally reached the playroom, I froze at the door, my breath catching in my throat. They stood Spike; I couldn’t believe my eyes. Naked and vulnerable, he held a teddy bear in front of him, an uneasy but familiar grin plastered across his face. The sheer absurdity and wonder of the sight left me momentarily paralysed."Luna, don't just stand there gawking. Aren't you going to give me some clothes?" Spike's familiar voice broke me out of my trans. His humour was uncomfortable and entirely out of place, yet it was undeniably him."Spike?" I whispered, my voice trembling. Slowly, I moved towards him, each step measured as if a single misstep could shatter this f
Seb's grip on my arm was a stern warning, but Spike's return flooded me with emotions too overwhelming to heed it fully. Yes, I knew the lore, the stories of dark entities hitching a ride back with the resurrected; I knew that more than anyone, as it had once cost me so much, but every fibre in my being screamed that this was different. I couldn’t feel anything malevolent in Spike; all I felt was joy and unimaginable relief.“Luna, we have to be careful,” Seb insisted, his eyes scanning Spike suspiciously as if an evil spirit might rear its head at any moment. “You know what bringing back someone from the dead could mean.”He wasn't wrong to worry. The legends were clear: resurrection was unnatural, a tear in the fabric of life and death that could let in all manner of darkness. But my heart refused to let the happiness of seeing Spike alive again be tainted by fear.Spike, now comfortably wrapped in the robe Seb had brought, seemed as bewildered as any of us. "Look, I've been through
"Blaire, get up, or you'll be late for work," my mother yells at me from downstairs.I let out a frustrated groan; I just want to sleep. For some reason, I have been exhausted for the past few weeks—it has been since my eighteenth birthday. Maybe I partied too hard, and my body can not take it."I’m up," I yell back, dragging my tired body out of bed and into the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, my long black hair is out of control, as if I went ten rounds with my pillow last night. I had another strange dream last night where this lady tells me to run from the monster chasing me. I keep running as this thing with blood-red eyes chases me. I always wake up right as it gets to me, and I'm always covered in sweat. My body shakes when I wake up. I don't understand what it means.Getting myself ready for work, I hope that today will be a slow day at the diner. I don't want to run around waiting on people's needs. I want a nice cruisey day with maybe one or two customers, so I don
I hid in my room for the rest of the day. The voices had stopped, but my head was still pounding. I thought about telling my mum and dad about what happened, but I didn't want to worry them or for them to believe that their daughter was going crazy. Blue stayed with me the whole time, watching over me like he was waiting for something to happen.I lay in bed, finally drifting off to sleep when I woke up. I looked around the room. Everything was dark. I looked at the time. I'd been asleep all day and half the night. I didn't feel the normal heaving feeling at the end of my bed where Blue slept, so I got up and looked for him. It isn't like him to go anywhere without me. Creeping through the house, all the lights were out. I made my way to the back door. I thought that's where he'd be outside doing his business. As I got to the door, voices started to come into my head. "not again," I muttered to myself.Opening the door, I saw Blue sitting near the back fence. It looked like he was look
I did as he asked, but instead of going inside and getting changed, I went into the bathroom to try and wash away the dirty feeling that Dave had left on me. Sitting in the bottom of the shower, I tried to wrap my head around things. How did that guy know that I was in trouble? I never screamed or anything, so how did he know? And what did he mean when I asked him if he killed him? I made a mental note to ask him if I ever saw him again.After a shower, I went back to bed, not to sleep but to pretend I had never left. Blue stayed close the whole time. I could tell that he was hurting from where Dave had kicked him. I had a few bruises on me from how hard Dave had pushed me down onto the table. I ensured that the clothes I put on would cover them so no one saw them and would ask how I got them.After about an hour, I got up and went downstairs to see if anyone was up. In the kitchen, Mum, Dad, and my brother Jack were all sitting around the table eating breakfast."Oh honey, I thought y
The past week, nothing exciting has happened. I haven't had to work since the diner is now a crime scene until they find who killed him. I've gone back to the station to answer questions. I never let on that I knew who killed him or what he tried to do to me. They questioned everyone else who worked there, too, so I knew that it wasn't anything against me, and they didn't know that I had been there. One pluss about all this is that I got to sleep in a lot, so I'm not as tired as I was before.The voices still come and go, and I swear people are talking to me when they are not. Mum and Dad are starting to get worried about me, always asking what they said when they haven't spoken, but they never say why they are worried. It's probably because they think their daughter is going crazy.I haven't seen Brax again, but I've dreamed about him, and some of the dreams I have are wildly inappropriate to be having about a man I don't know. I always wake up hot and sweaty, feeling embarrassed abo
I feel like I'm losing control. My whole body is shaking. Everyone's yelling and saying things that don't make any sense."You marked her!" Jack screams at Brax, moving closer to him, never once taking the gun off him."Oh god, my" mother cries."SHUT UP!!" I scream at the top of my lungs, my hands covering my ears, but it's doing nothing. Everything is still so loud the house starts shaking, breaking around us, and car alarms going off outside. I keep repeating shut up over and over again, just wanting it all to stop."Let me in unless you want her to draw every monster in the world right here or worse, blow us all up" " Brax yells through all the other sounds.My dad steps closer to Brax, not sure what to do..."Don't you dare, dad""What else am I meant to do? She'll kill us all."I can feel Brax's frustration and worry pulsating throughout my body, only making me panic more because I know they are not my feelings, and I can't understand why I am feeling his. "LET ME IN!" he yells.
I slept like a baby that night. My body was worn out, and so was my mind. Everything they had told me didn't make sense, and it feels like it never will. I can't make myself believe in monsters. Let alone think that I am one. I'm just a boring, normal girl. Nothing exciting has ever happened to me in life. I wasn't popular in high school; I was barely noticed; I've never had some great love or heartbreak; I've just lived a boring, dull life. In the morning, I laid in bed blue by my side. Like normal, I was thankful for him because he was the only thing in my life that had stayed the same. I patted his head, whispering. "thank god you are just a normal dog that can't hide anything from me."I made my way downstairs, not wanting to face anyone just yet but also wanting to make sure that I hadn't dreamt everything last night. As I got halfway down the stairs, I looked around the house, expecting to be faced with the mess I had made last night, but instead, the house was perfect. There w