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Diana's Tale Chapter 4I took refuge in my room, not so much to escape my moms lecture, but rather what had happened at the river. Was Claire right? Was I not human? A thousand questions raced through my head, none of them answered. I could ignore what had happened in the woods, as well as my sudden fear of water, as some kind of fantasy of an overstressed mind. But not that noise. No human should be able to make a sound like that. It was wild, animal, a sound of pure dominance - that no weak ape could make. Whoa. Where did that thought come from? I got up and paced the room nervously. The feeling of otherness was getting stronger, and I wasnt sure how long I could keep it a secret.
This is so not good.
My head went round and round in circles, scrambling for some reasonable explanation, but getting nowhere. I glanced at t
Diana's Tale Chp 3Ok, that was closer, lets try again, Im sure youll get it this time.
You said that last time, and the time before that, and the time before that! I said, exasperated. I sat down with a thud and looked up at Claire, Lets just face it, were not getting anywhere.
For the past hour, Claire and I had been trying to override my sudden fear of the water. Claire had taken my news very well, and had immediately begun thinking up ways to figure out what was wrong with me.
Well, whats keeping you from going in? Claire asked.
I dont know. Fear, I think. I mean, I'm fine going up, and up to a certain point I can rationalize the fear away, but once I decide to actually go in, panic overtakes me and I freeze.
I sighed and looked out over the water. We were sitting on the rock I had jumped off earlier. It was stra
Diana's Tale Chp 2I dont understand why you insist on going down to the river every day, my mother said. Its not as if its hot out.
I know, Mum, but Claire and I just really like to swim, I explained, So can we?
I suppose, but if it starts to thunder
I know, get out and get home. We understand Mum.
Claire and I took off for the river. It had been several weeks since the bear incident, and since then Id noticed a few little things had changed. Like how I seemed to crave meat more, and how now more than ever I longed for the woods. But still, nothing to worry about, I mean, those could just be chalked up to puberty, preparations for the big metamorphosis. (Some girls got their cycles early, but I seemed not to be one of them.) But at the moment, that was the furthest thing from my mind.
Your mother is so neurot
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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