You can hear Julie crying, it is muffled and far away.
The sound of your breathing is heavy in your ears, and the space is tight and small, you can’t breathe.
The pain is going away.
The dark is closing in from all sides and it is just in your head but you swear the walls are pressing
against your body.
She locked you in and even after you beg and plead there is no answer.
Your hands are raw from pounding against the wooden door and your bladder is screaming.
You pray your dad loves you, that he will help you even though you know he can’t.
You pray all of this will go away.
She leaves you inside for a long time, so long…
You are sweating, and your clothes are ruined, and even though no one can see you, you are still
embarrassed, and the tears are hot against your cheeks.
The smell makes you gag and you are ashamed.
Always ashamed and it wasn’t your fault.
Were you being punished?
Did God hate you?
Delia woke with a start her heart beating so fast she felt she was on the verge of having a heart attack.
The seer fell out of bed reaching for the light switch with shaky hands.
The florescent lighting was low, shining gold against the burgundy and gold curtains of her room. The
carpet was also burgundy thick and soft. Faith and Willow were at home with Ma and Pop. She crawled
back into bed, sure that she had just received a vision, but all she could recall was being in the dark, scared and alone…Someone had locked her in a closet…
Trying and failing to get back to sleep she slipped on some furry black slippers and headed down the
stone hallway. It was only midnight and the underground was bustling with activity, the seer did not
bother to stop and talk to anyone, choosing instead to head straight for the exit that would lead her to
Outside the night sky was velvet darkness, the stars far away because of all the lights of the city. The air
was warm, making her skin sticky. She trailed her hands lightly over the guard rail, brown eyes gazing
out into the full parking lot.
“Out and about with no guard princess?” the drawl was familiar, without turning the seer scowled.
“What do you want?” her voice was full of disgust, brown eyes found green. Leo leaned his hip against the railing. He shrugged looking out at the parking lot. It was a pretty warm night, the place was packed with
cars. Delia ran her tongue over her new fangs; even though they weren’t big the difference in how they
felt was obvious. “I’m really not in the mood.”
Leo gave her a casual glance, “What’s got you in a bunch?”
The dark haired teen shook her head before running her hands through her hair. She didn’t like having
dreams, especially ones that were about abused people, or dying kids, or murders, or-any of it. “I’m
going for a run…” He gave her a careful look, “At this house princess?”
“I don’t have to go out, “she said dryly pushing away from the railing, “there are miles and miles of
underground at my disposal, perfectly safe from unwanted visitors.”
The wolf gave a small smile, “I almost forgot, don’t let me stop you.” He gave a sweeping bow. She
paused a moment, “You’re not going to try and follow me?” he turned his face up to the light, eyes on the
stars, “ As much fun as I think it would be princess…I actually came up here to get some air.”
There was heaviness in his eyes now, which he’d been hiding before. Or maybe she had been too full of
herself to notice. She watched him step away back into the shadows. After a moment she went back