Moonlit Shadows

The ray of the sun shines through my window. I haven't slept since I changed to my human form. I just can't wrap my head around everything that happened. I breathe heavily lying on my bed. My life can never be the same after that. The whispers were true. I'm different. A monster. The door opens slightly after a light knock on it. "Can I come in?" my mother says even though I can already see her face pepping into my room. I stare at the ceiling feeling nothing. I don't know what to think about myself. It's a lot for me to process. My mother walks into my room without waiting for a response. She wasn't going to get one anyway."How are you feeling?" she asks, taking a seat on the edge of my bed. The wooden bed stand makes a harsh noise when her weight comes on it. "Why?" I ask firmly. Her presence brings a new surge of anger. It's all their fault for keeping this away from me. I had the right to know all along. Not to be kept as their prisoner without an explanation. She brushes my hair

I wake up feeling a lot more drawn to the woods. It's a strange feeling wanting to see Gabriel again and feel among for once. I've always wanted to be not so different. I walk to the windows, drawing the curtains to let in the rays of the sun into my room. The birds are chirping and flying lowly as I stare out. Several passersby with baskets filled with green vegetables in their arms walk past our house. I walk out of my room to the sound of rustling of pots in the kitchen. My mother is standing by the cooker with a wooden spoon in her hand. She turns to me and smiles. "You woke up early," she says, bringing the spoon to her lips. She is dressed in a blue ruffled skirt with a black blouse. I smell the sweet aroma of the chicken soup coming from the boiling pot. "I've been thinking about them," I say, walking closer to her. She scoops a little of the soup for me to taste. "Them?" she asks, handing over the spoon to me. I nod, grabbing the spoon and bringing it to my lips. The hotness

“But Mother, why didn’t you ever tell me what happened. You only told me Grandmother had died of an unknown illness” I finally asked the question that has been bugging my mind since Mother told me the truth about her mother.Mother pulled out of my embrace and wiped off her tears as she tried to calm herself down.“I didn’t want my daughter to think of me as a child that pushed her own mother to her death” She sniffed and continued “I always felt guilty every time I remembered my mother died because of my stubborn and disobedience on the attempt of wanting to be free. It’s good to want to be free, Alice… Very good because it gives you a sense of independence but sometimes, when warned; even though you can’t see why you’re told otherwise, you should still adhere”“Alice, I promise that I don’t go strict on you simply because I have some kind of instigation towards you, that’s very untrue. You are my daughter after all; but as you were growing, you were this stubborn kid who was convinc