The Mystical Luna: A Tale Of Love And Power

IA

! He didn't even lay a scratch on me. He must be in an hospital by now, I thought as I closed the tap trying

nt just ruin it..." I stood In front of the door as I heard Bob's angry voice. I pushed the door rev

so done!" Bob slammed his hands on his desk. "Nothing like this has ever ha

ho wouldn't keep his hands to himself. It felt good to fight back, Even if I knew it only added to my troubles. I couldn't resist the urge to punch the guy but I s

ngers, in the whispered conversations they thought I couldn't hear, in

ut actual metallic gold. The doctors called it a genetic anomaly. The kids at school called me a freak. I just call

ing it wouldn't matter. The customer was always right,

ne?" He shouted his face burning with anger, "Look, Bri, I took a chance hiring you. I k

o keep his hands off women. Maybe you should

spat. "Freaks like you a

was coming from the moment I'd raised my hand to hit the guy. I yank

other job lost. Another failure to add to the gro

different. Not only did my hair and eyes set

curse, making it even harder to feel normal. And yet here I was, eighteen years old, and I coul

t me away after Mom died. If he'd known somehow that m

f nine years ago. The smell of smoke that had yanked me from sleep. The heat pushing against my skin. Dad'

hocked to question why Dad kept looking in the rearview mirror as if expecting something

tayed behind. "It's not safe," he'd insisted, though he never explained what exactly wasn't safe. A

present life. Marcus. My boyfriend. The one person who seemed t

sent him a quick text.

ed. The potted plant by his door, the one he obsessively maintained lay toppled, soil

muffled sounds coming from his bedroom

Marcus was there alright but so was Mia, my best friend. They weren't sitting on the couch playing video games or studying. Their naked bodies were pressed again

ia and nearly fell, which I wishe

lt like it was spinning around me. Mia sat up, not ev

him as he fumbled for his shirt. "Bri, please.

end uses. I'd heard it in movies a thousand times, but I never

ed, my fists already

ke I was some wild animal he was trying to calm. "

ating a freak who won't let you touch her. How you're tired of the stares, the whispers. T

sed. They didn't understand. They couldn't. The comfort these clothes

... It's just hard sometimes. I just can't deal with it anymore. The way guys look at you, how you flinch

l my fault? Because I don't dress

rstand Bri..!"

ant to see what's under

e curves I usually kept hidden. For a moment, I savored the shock on their faces

eady feeling dirty. "Happy now

e, I.. I cant deny you're

didn't know. And

s pleas followed me down the stairs, but I didn't s

umbled with my key, hands shaking, and stumbled inside.

all the pain, all the betrayal, all the anger. How could they do this to m

photo on my nightstand. Me and Jordyn, back in m

on who never made me feel different or strange. We were inseparab

my feet, shoving clothes into a bag. The photo of Jord

tories of werewolves, vampires, and otherworldly creatures that h

ant that hung there. Dad's words echoed in my mind: "Neve

realized I didn't know where I was g

ne?" Aunt Jenna called. "What

the bag in my hand

she took in my tear-stained

mploded, that's what. And suddenly,

whisper. Then, as if someone else was speaking through me, I heard my voice rise

of that door you brat!!" She s

n to the street. I couldn't dare look behind as the tears I