Nightfall

Azalea. My body trembled as I slowly moved my way up all the flights of stairs to my apartment floor. My own dress brushing against my leg almost gave me a heart attack, and I couldn’t get over the fact that the cops refused to believe me. I knew for a fact what I had seen didn’t make any sense. My god, Diane, was dead. A tremor ran through my body and I sucked back a sob, grabbing onto the railing to keep myself from falling over. What I had seen...My knees gave in and I sat on the stairs, burying my face inside my hands. A tall, pale man sucking blood from Diane. Two gigantic wolves, tearing at her flesh. So, so much blood. Everywhere. Hot tears spilled my cheeks as I tried to muffle my sobs with my hands. I had escaped the hell of Barry, only to stumble into a world that was much, much worse. All I wanted was a better life for myself—a chance, damn it, just to prove myself in this world and gain a footing in it. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shed the image of Diane’s bloodi