~Noelle~
As the doctor reached for the door handle he finally gave me a first name. Doctor, Atticus Cross. The human translation to his name. His name that I could not even pronounce. Not even in my head. When I think about how he pronounced it all I hear is a blubbering nonsense. But soon he's pushed to the far ends of my thoughts as I spotted the witch. The woman who plagued my dreams looked like a fake shell of this shriveled depressed woman with thin hair flailing all around.
I nearly laughed at myself. She's the person I feared? She's the woman I was worried would hurt my son?
Then suddenly the words spoken by that piece of Luna feasting trash's words run back into my head.
He said she was never in control. When she looked up, I turned my head back to Atticus. He looked like a true villain. Strong. In charge.
Mysterious, but horribly honest. The monicule, every bit of his attire should scare me. And it does. Fear the smart ones.
