When a Red Moon Rises
Prologue
A/N: I would appreciate if you didn't flame me, just constructive criticism…
6:30 a.m. Friday, June 4
The glistening June sun streamed gold through the crack of the curtain. Storm rolled over in bed and turned to look at the ceiling. It was a long night of tossing and turning and she couldn't get any sleep. Inhaling deeply she tried to shake the sleepiness away but only coaxed out a yawn. Timidly placing her feet on the cold, hardwood floor, she stood. The sky, illuminated for the first few minutes, slowly faded into a softer light blue, for as most sunrises, they don't last. Storm sighed and turned to her right, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She snorted in disgust at her pale features and tangled, long, black hair.
'Oh crap.' She remembered 'I need to get up for school'. Storm hated school - everyone avoided her. Her coldness terrified them but she didn't mind - being alone is what she does... It's who she is...
Walking slowly over to her closet, she pulled out some clothing to wear. Black... Always black. A long-sleeved black shirt with a picture of a full moon on the front (the moon has always enticed her although she doesn't know why...) and black pants with big pockets on the sides...
Rubbing her scarred arms tenderly, the new scabs that formed overnight from yesterdays cuts, she remembers that night. Sitting alone in a corner watching the crimson drops mingled with tears fall...fall...fall
After untangling her hair with the brush, she stepped outside, locking the door to her empty house behind her. With her parents dead, Storm lives with Sarah, whom she could never call mother. The drunken woman is out on her longest binge yet. But all this never mattered, Sarah wasn't missed, her beatings certainly weren't. The air is still as she walked to school alone. Being alone is what she does. It's who she is...