The Lost Luna 1

Chapter one

She toppled over the dirty mud once again, her eyes swollen as she struggled to get to the shade. Her fingers shook in pain, the racing of her heart continued to rise once more.

''I am going to die.'' she said to herself, but how many more times did she need to say these words before they actually happened?

How many times did she need to convince herself she wouldn't survive before it actually happened?

''Oh come on, you'll heal faster than the rest of us.'' Those words echoed through her mind once again, sobbing as she held onto the poles of the little bus station, finally finding a spot to shield herself from the rain.

She should have done better, better than get late from school because she didn't have transport money, better than look like trash because she had no better clothes to wear. She should have been passing her education, not just as the second person in class, but the first one. Isn't that what they expected anyway?

Is it not what caressed their cold empty hearts? To feel the soles of their boots stepping and kicking an innocent young girl just because they felt like it, to hit her on the face and use her as a punching bag in order to see who would throw the hardest punch. There was really no better way to say it, there was no saving for Lilly Smith, she was as gone as that once beautiful skin of hers. As gone as the healthy body she used to have before those bastards took her in.

She curled herself in a ball, shivering from the cold but knowing there was no one who could ever help her.

There was nothing she could ever do, the city was dangerous, the town was worse, and at this dark time of night she was expected to survive and come back the following morning with breakfast, how delusional of them. When she tried to stand on her feet, she fell to the ground in a thud once more.

There was that sharp pain at the back of her knee, when they poured hot water over it. Would there ever be a day better than this one, when she got the chance to cry hot tears aloud. When she could scream because no one was around.

To anyone who would have seen her like that, in the middle of the night, at a far distance, they would have thought she was just a careless drunkard. Anyone would not have cared enough, no one ever did.

She got up to her feet, ditching the broken shoe she was still wearing, she cursed and winced at the pain as she clenched her fist. There was no other way she could heal faster, to get better sleep on that concrete.

She needed to turn to the one thing she felt safest in. Moving towards the back of the station, her steps minimal as she fought to keep the other healthy eye open, Lily approached the rearing of a large town forest.

Wasting no time, she fell to her knees as she took in deep breaths. It would be much more painful now, with all the cuts, burns and swelling on her body. She knew it would hurt, but she had already gone through enough pain to even care about anymore.

There was the grinding of her bones as they turned into a much more barbaric structure. The growth of fur from her human pores was excruciating. She let out a disheartening cry as her back curved and the structure of her backbone lessened turning her into the creature she truly was.

Paws grew in place of fingers and her face restructured to that of a wolf. Standing on all fours, Lily Smith looked towards the forest hoping that it would perhaps give her the shelter that she needed.

She turned off that part of her brain that allowed her wolf to communicate with her and only let its legs run wild. Now that she had turned into her werewolf form, she did not need to hide from anyone or anything because she would be venturing into that forest and coming out of it the following morning. Perhaps this was all she needed to help her breathe from the suffocating torture that she called life.

She always felt the disconnecting of her humanity and she knew that one day she would have to turn it off completely. It would never take long before she allowed that negative side of her to take over. they had pushed her to the very Edge and it was only just a click before she toppled over.

There was no other solution for this and Lily knew it perfectly. But would she ever gain the courage to stand against those people that always mistreated her? Could she ever stand for herself or perhaps get the saving; that she as a young teenager needed?

Was there really anyone who's going to notice the suffering that she was going through and offer a helping hand? The town was as dead as the graveyard that always stood near the forest. Where she often went to find her peace because that place was better than the Demons that she existed around. She knew that one day she would burst.

She would explode from all the emotions and the tolerance that she kept inside herself from the maddening torture that she got. But how long would that have to be? How long until someone lived by her side and noticed what was really going on? There was no one in this town who would have dared their help a monster, let alone a werewolf. none of them even believed in the existence of these creatures.

How then will Lilly Smith ever be helped?