Dark Light

Violet Rashthed, a beautiful, bright girl, moves into a new town. The town is dark and mysterious, and full of secrets. But then she meets the dark and mysterious Zayn Malik. Zayn always flirts with her, even if it's just to bug her. One day, Zayn shows up at her house, with a gash on his forehead. She helps him clean up. After that moment, they begin realizing how much they cared for each other. Violet goes through pain, suffering, heartbreak, and thrill. But I guess that's what happens when you fall in love with a werewolf.


6. Was it a dream?

Chapter 6

I wake up, but not how I expected. I was asleep. On my bed. At my house. 

I think back to what happened yesterday. Or what I thought happened yesterday. 

I fall back onto my bed, placing my hands tenderly on my temples.

It was all a dream. At least, I hoped it was.

I get up, and walk to my bathroom. I was still wearing my clothes from when I went to the movies.

I peel off the dirty clothes, hopping in the shower. In the middle of my shower, a loud thunder booms, scaring me, but also turning out the lights.

The power went out.

Which meant my water went out as well.

I still had shampoo all in my hair. I light candles, and turn on all the flashlights, including the one on my phone. I didn't know what to do about my hair. 

I look out the window, at the pouring rain, an idea forming.

I run downstairs, still just in my towel, and outside.

The rain beats down angrily against the ground. But it flows smoothly straight through my hair.

I laugh. Spinning in circles, holding my towel. All the soap was washed out, but I kept playing in the rain.

I run inside, throwing on a t shirt and shorts, running back outside into the rain.

I never realized how amazing rain was.

I never realized that rain wasn't droopy dreary weather. It was only that way to those who didn't have imaginations. If I wouldn't have thought of coming out here, I would be sitting outside with soapy hair. Obviously those who think that sunshine is the happiest thing of all, has never played in the rain before. 

I plop down on the ground, mud spewing up. 

I laugh, lifting my face to the sky. I watch one single drop fall straight down, almost in slow motion, and land right between my eyes.

"You know, thats probably dangerous, being out here during a thunderstorm." Someone laughs.

I turn, still smiling to see Finn standing there, drenched, hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

"Finn?" I ask, standing up.

He smiles, making me smile. I lift my arms up to the sky, absorbing the rain. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask, curious.

His smile fades. "What happened yesterday?"

I gulp. "I went to the movies." I state, matter-o-factly.

He nods at me, telling me to go on. "That's all that happened." I say, crossing my arms as the rain runs across my shoulders. 

He raises an eyebrow. "Vi, you and I both no that's not true."

My eyes widen. Had it not been a dream? "W-what are you talking about?" I ask innocently.

"Don't act so clueless Vi! I know you saw him! You saw him," he steps up close to me, searching my face. "Change." He finishes.

I let out a whimper before nodding. He steps back, taking his fingers through his hair. "How d-do you know?" I stutter. 

I looks up at me with his big brown eyes, before they briefly flicker to yellow. I gasp. "Y-you were there!" 

He nods. "What happened?" I ask, wondering if Zayn really did take me back to his house.

His eyes search mine desperately. "After I backed into the woods, and Zayn turned into a human and," he coughs. "Kissed you, you might have fainted." He trails off.

"Excuse me?" I ask in disbelief. Did I really faint after Zayn kissed me? I mentally slap myself on the forehead. Nice one Vi. 

He nods then shrugs. "Can we talk about this inside?" He asks, gesturing to the rainy weather. 

"No." I say, holding up a hand to his already moving figure.

"What?" He asks, stopping.

"I think we're done talking." I say before bolting to the house and running aroun locking all the doors and windows.

I run to my room and almost have a heart attack.

I scream. "What the hell?"

"Sup?" Zayn asks, as he casually sits in my furry chair, eating an apple I had set on my desk.

"How did you get in here?" I screech.

"Werewolf. Duh." He answers.

"Right." I say, slapping myself on the head.

"Aaand you left your balcony door open." I groan. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask, desperate to get him out.

"You dreamt about me didn't you?" He smirks.

"What?" I say, astounded.

"When you got knocked out on Friday. You dreamt about me." His smirk widens.

"What would make you think that?" I ask, appalled he would ask that, even though it was true.

"Because you said, 'Zayn! Stop it!'" I roll my eyes. 

"Did not!" I object.

He smirks. "I need to change. So if you don't mind," I say, gesturing towards the door.

"No, I don't." He says, winking. 

"Leave!" I shout.

He obliges, leaving me alone in the cold dark room.

Well that was quite something wasn't it? 

I just have a feeling school won't be the same...

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