Chapter 1: Bloody Moon and Eyes

Roxanne's Point of View

"Please! Jesus- "heuk!" God of desert! Guide me- heuk! back to my home! "Heuk!"

"Heuk! "

'Mom, dad, please help me! Brother pleas-'

"Heuk!"

'Where am I now?!'

"Heuk!"

"You are a monster brother! Yo- heuk! Are an abominable monster!"

"Heuk!"

"AHHHHHH! Mom! Dad! Pleas- heuk! Help me!"

'Pleaseeeee! I beg you all!'

It's getting darker, darker and- "heuk!" It's getting even colder. If I can't go back, I might die soon.

"Heuk!"

'But how will I go back now?!This desert is so vast, and has pathetically no plants! If.... if mom and dad realizes that I'm gone, will they even try to look for me?.....'

It was this sudden betrayal that made me doubt my former conjecture.

My feet are already shivering from the desert's coldness so I helped myself to sit and wore my royal blue strappy heels. It's a relief I didn't completely destroy it. Brother insisted that I wear it and I hesitantly obliged because I THOUGHT, I thought that there is a special place in this desert that needs long heels. And that he intends to surprise me with it. Yet when he pushed me in that choppe-

"Heuk!"

I felt like it's the end of the world. MY world.

'Why?! How can he do this to me?! What did I do?! Where have I gone wrong?!'

Almost my entire life, I loved him like a real brother, even if I KNEW, I knew that he was the adopted one. Even mom and dad, I followed and respected them even if I HEARD the fact that they hid the true result of our DNA test on us. I don't kno-

"Heuk!"

-know if they still hated me for being their real child but, but I don't remember doing ANYTHING, any thing that made them feel like that towards me. Ever since I can control my actions, I have restrained myself. I even became an introvert because of it. And my so-called beauty? I tried my best to make it mediocre. To make people feel like I am nobody. That I am not worthy of any praise. I never dared to try and stand out. Because I could sense how much outside people HATED me because of my appearance. And now that I have reminisced about it properly, I have realized how every member of my family's compliments are the same with those people. And-

"Heuk!"

And that their THIN smiles are just the restrainer of their boiling anger and possibly jealousy towards me. That I couldn't even figure out where it came from. I AM or WAS, their legitimate child. That carries not only their inner traits but even outside their features. Stunning features from a well-known actress and historian. And yet, perhaps it is ITSELF the reason why they hated me. I am very well aware of my own possession. Because I, myself, am being bewildered with my own face. Every time I watch a movie with the American actress Mary Elle Fanning, I could somehow imagine myself doing what she's doing. Because my face is being praised as a magnificent combination of Elle Fanning's and a little bit of my Canadian mom. If I am to-

"Oh! My hiccup is gone. Thank goodness, I would not really survi- WOAH, is that the real moon?"

'Why is it so red? And full? I don't think there is a lunar eclipse this year, I would've known if there was.'

'Is this a prank? A surprise? Am I just being pranked?!'

"BROTHER!? Brother Luther are you there?! Please stop this now?! I'm already tired?!"

I waited, I waited and turned my sight thither and hither to see if there is someone coming but THERE is none. The red desert being illuminated from the moon's radiating bloody red light stays calm, pathetically CALM. I again let myself get stumbled, then pulled some free fabric of my simple blue royal halter dress. Even this, my brother forcefully insisted that I should have this because I AM the birthday girl, getting curious why, I merely followed. But now that I can see how much it's not helping me, I'm certain it's for this reason.

'He really wants me to go away from them. To die alone, and rot alone.'

Thinking this, my already swollen puffy eyes began producing another group of warm droplets. Making me close and pull them back to where they belong. Many times I am shivering so I curl myself and try to sleep, but the desert's coldness is consuming me. When I finally opened my eyes, I was more shocked because of how the red moon seemed to get bloodier and bigger. As if it's coming towards me, to heat me. I just stared at it just as I felt its hidden eyes staring back at me. It seems I have guessed right, it's really getting redder and bigger.

Bigger and- "OWOOOO!"

"AHHHH! Oh my god what's that?! A wolf?"

A sudden loud howl of something, a wolf perhaps, from everywhere interrupted my staring at the consuming moon, making it go back to its original size. While the-

'OH. MY. GOD. Is that really a wolf? Why is it so dark? OH NO! Why is there a wolf in the desert?! Am I already hallucinating?!'

I instinctively began to crawl backwards and try to get up but I can't seem to get up. NO, I can't seem to escape.

' I- it's a b- black M-Mackenzie valley wolf! A- and with very red glowing eyes! W- what should I do?!'

The wolf keeps its ablazing red eyes on me as it slowly walks closer. I fought my inner self that doesn't want to escape because of the feeling that I can't escape, and began running hard. But because I am PATHETICALLY in a tight dress and sandal, I keep drowning in the sand. But still, I dare not to look back and get up quickly. When I feel like I've been running for all eternity, even though I didn't get that far because of getting stumbled and losing water in my throat, I built my courage to look back. And it was not there. The moon is again alone. I sighed beyond relieved then loo-

"AHHHHH!"

That's the only word I heard when my eyes saw the giant dark wolf in front of me before a complete darkness covered them all.