delusional

note: please give me criticism on description, style overall. Thank you 

 

 

chapter 1
 

 

 

"Moon, magic and the underworld"

 

The three words associated with Hecate, goddess of witchcraft according to Greek mythology. 

 

I had already spent countless hours in the library completely engulfed within this mythology and it's intricate details. 

 

My name being Pandora it sparked my interest into all of this and now as I glance towards the clock that reads, 11pm. Panic spreads through my whole body as I stand abruptly. 

 

"Shit," I cursed under my breath as I gathered my belongings and made my way to the door. 

 

I looked up to say good bye to Rosalie, the sweet old librarian at the desk that is on the way out. 

 

Only she wasn't there. 

 

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked around to try and find her. It just isn't like her to leave the desk until everyone is out. 

 

Walking past the alphabet organized shelves, antique smell of long untouched books, powerful smell of imagination radiating from fiction books designed to carry you off to wild dreams, I inhaled it all in. 

 

I continued my search for her yet it was to no avail. Keeping in my mind that I am late I make my way to the exit and start running out. 

 

She probably went to take a break or something. 

 

The thought lingered in my mind for a while before creaking was heard as wind played with tree branches allowing paranoia to creep through me, even though I knew it was simply wind and trees. 

 

What if you are about to be abducted. It's dark. You are alone. No one would know.

No one would care. No one would look. 

What if you are going to die right now. 

What if..

What if...

 

My thoughts running a hundred miles per hour as I try to calm down and breath but as I do so, deafening claps of thunder light the pitch black sky that had no moon nor stars. 

 

I look up as the wind picks up speed hitting me from side to side. I gulp hard as I try to steady myself when I start to shake being filled with pure fear. 

 

Walking even faster trying to reach the orphanage as quick as possible only to have a crack heard right behind me. 

 

I screamed before my hand covered my mouth within mere milliseconds muffling it as I looked back  to see that it was only a tree branch. 

 

As I almost turned around to continue my walk, I wondered how it broke. 

 

It wasn't exactly in my path and it only cracked after I had taken few steps away from it. 

 

Anxiety continued to spike through me as my breathing hitched up. I looked around not knowing whether I hoped to see someone or not. 

 

Not finding anyone I continued to walk, trying to ease my mind as I kept telling myself that it must have been a squirrel even though the branch was too big to have been broken by a squirrel but I had to keep my sanity somehow.

 

So I choose to believe that it was indeed a squirrel. 

 

As I took another turn around the corner, I could finally see the orphanage in the distance as the fading street light illuminated it and I have never been so grateful to see that worn out, crooked building in my whole life. 

 

Only before I could make it, lightning struck the tree before me. 

 

As scared as I was, I couldn't help but notice that the tree was almost being held carefully to fall in a specific manner. 

 

And that terrified me even more as the towering tree fell in slow motion. 

 

As though my fears were had been brought to life, a shadow figure appears, faint figure but it is there nonetheless. 

 

My heart is now located in my throat as I stand there unable to comprehend the scene before me. 

 

The shadow taking form with it's eyes standing out as they brimmed with crimson red liquid and as it dripped it became clear to me that it was blood. 

 

Starring me right in the eye as I'm unable to release the breath held captive within my lungs and it completes taking form. 

 

 

 

With no other detail on what I suppose is the face but those soulless piercing eyes, my own eyes started wandering down to its hands clenched around the tree. Skeletal thin fingers ending with what seemed to be newly sharpened nails that were tightening their grip even further. If it had been any other animal it would have been suffocated long ago yet the tree stands with a few cracking noises. My eyes reach the ground only to find pointed edges for limbs, so thin they insinuate the illusion that the figure was levitating; however, the pointed replacements were nonetheless even more terrifying. 

 

Heavy breathing brought my eyes back up to it's face immediately as I felt the color leave my face with the mouth that has now formed is filled serrated canines in every space within the contorted smiling corners of the mouth. The hunching back formed along with the mouth, starting to grow behind the cooked head that out of the blue cracked to the side.  

 

And at that moment as I went back just one single step, I tripped over.

 

My vision blurred and my hearing distorted, a loud thump was all that I could make out before a hazy figure hovered over me and a muffled voice spoke, "Oh my god! Are you okay?" 

 

And as my vision focused I could see Mary, our administrator, bending over me to try and help me up on my feet. 

 

As soon as I was standing, I became speechless. The figure had disappeared with the tree on the ground and nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary.  

 

As if all of this was merely my imagination and mind playing tricks on me.  

 

I stood there for a moment before Mary dragged me inside the orphanage and started lecturing me but I didn't go in before looking back one last time to check the empty street as another lightning struck throughout the whole sky and a faded laughter echoed in the dark distance. 

 

My mind and body numb as I make my way to my room after the muffled sounds of Mary's voice comes to an end. 

 

The squeaking of the bed sounds through the room as I lay down as I think. Replaying it all in my head. 

 

And re play. 

 

And re play.