Midnight Moon, Chapters 1 and 2

Chapter 11

Shattered glass reflected the bright glow of the moon that night, as Alyson sat, a tiny heap in the alleyway, gazing into the bright light, which danced brightly in the black sky on the other side of the street.2

She didn’t know what it was, but she desperately wanted to find out- so she stood up, barefoot. She crept through the shadows, the light glittering brighter and brighter as she came closer and closer. 3

Seemingly petrifying, she forgot about the car-filled street, the tall walls, which enclosed her, and the fence, which blocked her escape at time of danger. Worst of all, she forgot about the glass statue, which lay now as millions of small pieces of sharp glass. 4

Completely unaware of her surroundings, Alyson kept walking, and walking, and walking, her feet picking up dust each time they padded against the ground.5

Then her foot landed in the group of glass, and she screamed in pain as a sharp edge cut deep into her skin. She fell backwards, howling as blood trickled out of the deep gash, which was still hidden under the piece of sharp glass. Her legs crashed against the ground, for she had never felt this much pain before. 6

Now, she just lay in the pile of glass, sharp edges cutting all over her body. Finally, she had the courage to jump up and stumble away, just to crash again just a foot away from the blood-covered glass.7

One by one, she yanked the pieces of glass out of her skin, trying her best to endure the pain. When she had finally gotten them all out, she just lay on the ground, cuts all over her body, including her face. Fortunately, all the important parts of her body were safe, including the fragile areas like her cheeks and mouth. But all around her back, on her forehead, feet, legs and arms were tiny blood marks.
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Tyler walked alone along the sidewalk, his head spinning around. He felt extremely dizzy, and his vision seemed to blur. Then he saw it; a bright light, dancing in front of him. It seemed to make him look at it, locking his mind onto it. 9

With no sense of thinking, he was about to touch it. It seemed as though the light was… controlling him… and he couldn’t even make the slightest glance away from it. 10

Something was trying to enter his brain, but he couldn’t tell what. He fought hard to stop, but it didn’t seem to be happening. He suddenly yanked his hand backwards and collapsed onto the ground. Still conscious, he could hear screams echo through his mind. He trembled as he stood up, making sure not to direct his gaze toward the light.11

He desperately tried to track out where the noise was coming from, unable to focus. It was to the right! No, left! No behind him! No… it was directly in front of him… where the light glowed fiercely. He pierced his eyes closed, and directed his focus at the noise. Then with extreme ferocity he darted directly toward the noise, ready to crash right through the light. His shoes clattered off the ground, and he crashed down, sending giant clouds of dust exploding into the air. He opened his eyes and looked around cautiously, hoping the light wasn’t still there- it wasn’t, but he could still sense its presence… somewhere.12

As he rubbed his weary eyes, he finally was able to look around him, with the aid of the bright moonlight. Then he saw where the screaming was coming from. There, on the ground, was a pale figure, with millions of red scars all over her body. Her long brown hair slid across her face, hiding her eyes, although you could still see tears of pain gurgling down her cheeks, dripping onto the dusty ground, as her screams echoed through the alleyway. On the ground was a million tiny pieces of glass, which Tyler suspected had caused the girl to trip. But why? Why was she barefoot? Why was she in the alley in the first place? Why was she out of her home at so late? He looked at his digital watch just as it changed to 12:00 exactly. Midnight. 13

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