All Chapters of Crescent Reflection : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Death rejected me. Not once, not twice.But what was an abomination like me expecting when I have a witch for a grandmother? I've tried my best to move on, but it's all becoming too much.BOOM!An exasperated sigh escaped my lips as I squinted my eyes open, feeling very disgruntled at this bleak weather that scrubbed all chances of me falling asleep again.Feeling sluggish, I got up from the bed, rubbed the sleep from my eyes to get a better look at where my legs were leading me.My fingers unknowingly brushed over the claw marks stretched on the corridor wall. It was like a ritual I had adopted when I turn thirteen.It was not like I wanted to do it, it just happened and broken flashbacks from the past invaded my mind. Memories I thought had long left me would come skiing pass, flickering weird images that made no sense before vanishing like I didn't detect anything at all..."Mom, you're up early." I yawned when I entred the kitchen. A whiff of my own bad breath stung my noise which

After a long refreshing bath, soft clean clothes and a cup of hot cocoa, I finally calmed down. I never thought I could cry for almost an hour.How much liquid do I have in me?Apart from yelling profanities and screaming when she couldn't find what she was looking for in the stacks of envelopes she was rummaging through, Aunt Courtney looked perfectly fine. Not even a single tear rolled down her contoured cheek.At least Ken was the normal one, because after showing me my room, I saw him wipe his cheek before leaving. But here I was in Aunt Courtney's study room, wondering when her perfect make up will get smudged."We need to bury her on Monday." Aunt Courtney announced.It was less of a suggestion and more of an order, but either way, my brain couldn't have processed the crap she just said any fast."What? We can't. We still need to inform everyone about her d-""NO!" The scary lady boomed, stopping me from saying the d-word. "We will not let anyone else know about this.""But... g

I woke up with a throbbing migraine and almost fell off the bed for being so clumsy. The dreamless sleep I had after visiting the library drained all the energy I was supposed to gain. Struggling to keep my legs from falling, I walked to the bathroom and brushed my teeth before using the shower that washed away most of the sleep residues. I picked black skinny jeans and paired it with a neutral color, oversized, long sleeve shirt. I found white converse somewhere in the wardrobe and wore them before leaving my room. I was not in the mood to bump into Aunt Courtney this morning so I hurried down stairs to grab an apple placed in a basket on the empty dinner table before rushing to the front porch. I was going to wait for whoever was going to take me to school-preferably not Courtney-and get ready for my first day of my 1439th school this year. “I thought as much.” Ken snorted when he saw me carrying my back pack and pacing impatiently on the front porch. “You are avoiding her, aren’t y

I had the same nightmare again, but this one was intense. Worse than the first. That wolf eventually caught me and attacked me. I struggled and fought but it was too strong, it bit my leg… then I woke up panting and gasping. It was just a bad dream Hermione. Just a bad dream. I dragged myself out of bed, the minute my right leg joined the other on the floor I collapsed. My leg was throbbing with so much pain. It felt like the flesh around that area was bitten out, but when I looked down at my leg, it was fine. I couldn’t understand how this was possible. I was bitten in my dreams, not in reality… why was I feeling the effects of that attack? This couldn’t be real… but then again, my body was harboring a wolf, so that shouldn’t be real either. Nothing in my life was making sense at this point and I did not understand how I was supposed to face all of this. I dragged myself up and proceeded to limp to the bathroom. I had a difficult time bathing, however, I tried my best and got dres

“I got you this.” Ken said, after waking me up from my sleep in his car. We were parked in the yard of his mansion. He handed me a small box and I looked at him with my brows furrowed. “What’s in it?” I asked him.“Open it.” I tilted the box and opened it to reveal a phone. A smartphone. The shiny black object looked like it was worth a fortune. “Ken. It’s a phone.” I said like he didn’t already know. “It must’ve cost a lot.” “Not really.” Of course, he would say that. I bet he could buy anything he wanted and not feel a dent in his pocket. “Thank you. It’s really beautiful.” I switched on the device and admired the different pictures that flashed before settling on one image. The image of a landscape. It looked plain, but the colors caught my attention. “I saved my number in there. Mom’s and dad’s is in there as well.” He said and I nodded. I walked into the house still admiring my new gadget when I noticed there were people around the compound. About four people were busy eit