The Hidden

There's something daunting in those blue eyes. Mysterious and intriguing, the vision can't seem to slip away like the wrest. Rosalind Pierce has practically lived her whole life cooped up, hidden from the world. When she is forced to finally leave, she can never go back. On her adventure to stop a group called the Hunters from destroying her species kind, she meets a blue-eyed werewolf that turns her world upside down.

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3. What happened?

Luke woke up partly undressed and disoriented. His green top was gone and all he had left was his blue jeans that fell right above his ankles. His shoulder was covered in medical wrap and was hard to move. Restlessly moving over, he bumped into  a figuring laying next to him, her brown hair covering her face. Luke pushed her hair back; she looked peaceful. He hovered over her body and planted a kiss on her forehead. This was the first time being in bed with a girl; she was so still. Luke could have watched her sleep all day but that's when her eyes flickered open. 

They just stared at each other for what felt like forever until Rose managed to speak up, "How did you sleep last night? Is your arm okay? Of course it's not okay! I slammed you into that tree last night hard. I tried to heal it, but I don't know how to yet. I remember I healed myself once, but I have no clue how I did it, and I don't know. I'm just so sorry."

As Rose's head fell into her hands from disappointment in herself, Luke tilted her chin up so she would look directly in his eyes.

"I told you I'm going to be okay. You don't know how your powers work. You are only basing them off emotions right now, and that was my fault that I made you mad," he comforted her.

"Okay. But you need to head home before people start questioning where you are," she said, smiling down at him.

"It's fine. If anything Eric knows where I am and is covering for me. Oh! And I don't know if you saw it yet, but I brought you something the other day in a box. I wanted it to be a surprise for you once you opened your closet again but that's okay," Luke replied.

Rose went to her closet and found the box sitting on the floor. She took it over to the bed to let Luke see. The box was decorated with jewels, pearls, and bows in colors of gold and blue. When she opened the box, it was filled with gift wrap that covered something silky underneath. As she pulled out the silk, a beautiful, layered dress, white and sparkly, flowed out.

"I was thinking if you were going to dance, you probably need a dress," he said, "It was my grandmother's dress. She wore it to her first dance."

"I love it. It's beautiful! But I don't think I should go any longer. You saw what I did to you. One little emotion spill and it's all over," Rose reminded him, still in shock of what he gave her.

"But you said yes...you said you would go yourself," Luke insisted, irritated that Rose was backing out.

Stunned that he was acting so hurt she retaliated, "well, I'm sorry, Luke, if you feel that going to this dance is more important than my safety."

"I never said that," he tenderly said.

"But you're acting like it. Why can't you see that not having anybody that you can relate to or show you how to use your powers is a struggle? Have you forgotten that yesterday was my first time being outside in 10 years?" She has never had a fight with Luke, yet they've had two fights in a row in less than 24 hours.

"Fine I will just leave. You don't have to go to the dance with me. I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want to!" And with that Luke shrugged on his green v-neck forcefully and started heading down her wall before she could say another word. 

As he stomped away, her eyes began to cloud with tears that soon prickled down the side of her cheeks. Outside, rain clouds started to appear in the sky and  cast a shade of gloom over the what use to be sunny area. Her tears began to stream more rapidly down her face and so did the rain. Luke noticed the sudden weather change and looked behind his shoulder. Rose stood at her window frozen as their gazes met. He saw the tears run down her face and gave her a sympathetic look and turned to trot away before he was drenched in the rain.

She went to her bed, fell over on her back, and stared at the ceiling. She managed to stop her crying, but the rain kept pouring down outside. There were even little cracks of thunder and lightening in the night. She didn't know how to stop or control it either which made it even harder and more frustrating.  Sometimes Rose could go weeks without sleeping. Sleeping was like wresting; she didn't need it but sometimes it helps her escape or think. Most of the time her dreams just are away of connecting to her past, present, or future self.

 

 

 

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