1 Nightmare

Nightmare

[Leona's P.O.V.]

Before I went to sleep, I stole a glass of milk from the kitchen fridge to drink. My big, simple-minded brother, Andrew, had warned me not to touch his milk!  But the more he said so, the more I wanted to drink it.

No particular reason other than the fact that he liked to bully me as much as the other animals in the pack.

I felt like my bones were falling apart because I was being bullied every day.

Especially today when that bitch Cassie had someone cornered me in the ladies' room and stabbed me in the breast with a needle from a syringe!

The needle was thin, the wound wasn't obvious, and there wasn't much blood, but I was scarred from their torture. If I could, I would rip their heads off and put them in a basket with a basketball.

Soon after drinking the milk, I began to feel sleepy. I lay in the cramped attic amongst the clutter. 

I had my own room when I was a child and Mom was alive.  Now, it was occupied by Andrew to keep his instruments and toys, and I was herded to the attic storage room.

My father, who was the Alpha of the pack, didn't say anything. Even he thought that I was the cause of my mother's death. I was a bad omen for the entire Dark Moon Pack.

It was a disappointing world. No one liked me. I didn't know how much longer I could carry on living a life of abuse.

In my sleep, I came to a familiar place. I recognized this street. It was the place where I lived when I was young. I heard children's cheers. I saw Andrew and his friend Dean running toward me when I turned around.

"Hey! Slow down!" I shouted, but I couldn't make a sound.

The next moment, the two of them passed through my body and continued to run forward, and they couldn't see me at all. In the dream, I was just like a ghost.

I looked at their disappearing backs and looked back in the direction they had come from. After a while, I finally saw a small, disheveled figure— It was me when I was six years old, wearing a fluffy pink dress.

Her long, fluffy hair was tied into two ponytails and swayed up and down as she ran. She was chasing after Andrew and Dean.

She didn't like Andrew, but she liked his friend Dean very much. She had always believed that she would be Dean's wife when she grew up. They would be just like Dad and Mom, married with kids and spending their lives in love.

"Andrew! Dean! Wait for me!" She shouted at the two boys who were about to disappear. Her voice was youthful.

I tried to help her up, but she passed through me just like them. The sun was very hot, and there were not many people on the road.

I followed the six-year-old me. Before long, she would trip over the rocks protruding from the ground. She would fall to her knees and break her knees. Wouldn't it be great if I could help her avoid disaster?

Soon, I saw her fall to the ground. After a pitiful scream, she started crying.

I squatted down beside her and looked at her anxiously, "Leona, a man will come over to talk to you. You mustn't go with him!"

Just then, the horn sounded behind me. My heart skipped a beat, and I turned around to see the familiar car.

"Little girl!" The man in the car rolled down the window and smiled at the little girl who had fallen.

"Leona! Run!" I hurriedly reached out to embrace my six-year-old self, but my arm went through her body.

She stood up while holding back her tears and looked at the man in the car timidly.

"Who are you?" Her voice was trembling due to the pain and sobs.

I shook my head in pain. "He's a bad person! He's the one who killed your mother! Run!"

"I'm a friend of your father's. Did your fall hurt? Can I send you home?" The man said as he got out of the car and walked over.

The six-year-old me cautiously took a few steps back, "My mom won't let me go with strangers."

"But I'm not a stranger. I know your parents." The man explained himself.

"Then can you tell me their names?"

"Your father's name is Enoch, and your mother's name is Ava. Am I right?" The man bent over to look at the six-year-old me, his eyes filled with kindness. Just like that, he managed to trick the poor little girl in front of him.

"Don't, Leona, he's a bad person..." I stood at the side and tried to persuade her helplessly.

Unfortunately, they couldn't see me at all, much less hear my voice. At this moment, a sharp female voice came, "Leona!"

"Mom!" I turned my head and looked at my mother, running toward the six-year-old me.

At this moment, the man suddenly became fierce and held the six-year-old me tightly in his arms.

Just as he was about to turn around and run, Mom grabbed his collar forcefully. For some reason, Mom became unusually strong. Perhaps, seeing her daughter in danger had stimulated her potential.

The man stumbled and fell backward. Mom took the six-year-old me away from him.