A hundred moons ago, I got bit.

Running through the dark, running from that monster I had been introduced to as a father. That man that caused me pains every night and day.

He had done it again.

Whatever pleasure he derived from molesting his own daughter, I still couldn't tell, but as expected, it was his usual routine. Barging into my chambers, fingers gripping onto that weary, brown leather belt, while he ordered me to get bare. Till this day, I questioned if he even was my father. While drenched in tears, I'd watched him come to me, engaging with me, while I cursed the day I was born. It wasn't the first, nor was it the second, and like every other day, after the man I called father, spat on my humiliated body, I would grab my dress, hurrying out our little house, hurrying off into the woods, seeking for whatever comfort there was, seeking for my peace.

My feet pushed through the murk, the call of nocturnal animals jolting me at each second. Figure struggling to find its way through the dark, my form came connecting with something strong. Some sort of wall, which had appeared from nowhere, blocking my path.

The impact caused a sharp grunt escaping my lips, while my hands reached to find some form of support.

The cry of the animals around the area, didn't do so much in helping matters, it only instigated fear, brought about already felt fright to my being.

Turning around to whatever I had backed into, I was left with golden eyes glowing back at me.

Sharp, cold gaze, a quick gasp escaped my lips the instant my eyes connected with what was before me.

What treachery is this?

I heard low breaths pouring out, and at every second that went by, it got heavier, hastened, but it wasn't mine.

It came from whatever stood before me.

I could feel my legs giving in, my body soon hitting the ground. It was no surprise how I had tripped on my own feet out of the shock of coming face-first with whatever it was my eyes beheld. And it was only then, I felt something sharp strike against my arm.

My first instinct said to run, and at once, I pushed to my feet, ready to make way, when something out of nowhere halted me.

Something strong against my body, pinning me down, preventing my movements.

A sharp sting on my neck, got me letting out a low grunt, the pain lasting for a second, and the next, it was gone.

I could feel something light trickling down my neck, falling onto my arms.

Scream! That voice said in my head, but who would spare a listening ear to a cry of help in the woods, no one in their right mind, would be out on this corner at such hour, yet here I found myself, praying to be spared a chance to see the next sunrise.

Blood. My eyes registered the liquid on my arms.

At that instant, my gaze began searching around the area, on the look out for that form I had come across. Or was I hallucinating?

I could swear that I had seen a beast, minutes ago. Skin covered in hairs, whatever that thing was, had arms so long, they could crush me in a second.

Those gleaming eyes which pierced into my gaze, as if wanting to bore a hole to my being. Its form was huge, towering over mine, but I might only be hallucinating, after all, the beatings I had received from that terror in human form, was enough to have me seeing things.

The cold night air whooshed past my skin, its whistle prickling at me. That sure reminded me where I was, and at once I stood to my feet, turning around, back to the route which led to my home.

***

One might term me dumb, in fact curse at me, after finding out, I was only back to that very house that was out to having me broken. But what could a girl like me do, with no one to turn to, nowhere to go to?

Was I to freeze out in the cold, or spend the night in the woods which we had now come across as being unsafe, there was not a choice left.

The only one which was in the picture, was going back to that brute of a father, going back to my tears.

My form felt light, feet tiptoeing into the living room, while my eyes did a scanning of the space, hoping not to find his figure anywhere.

Slowly, I pushed open the door, making my way in at once.

Those doors that creaked now got me wanting the services of Ol' Seb, the carpenter who lived out in town.

So much visits I had paid to his shop, each one ending with him asking if there were any leaks, any repairs to be made. And as always, my answer remained the same.

"I wouldn't want you coming all the way there all in the name of being kind, Seb" I had said to him just some days ago, but right now, I was wishing I had for once, allowed the man to do as he pleased.

The door creaked once more, my lips tightening at each sound it emitted.

If I was to find that figure stepping out of the dark, coming at me, I might as well pass out right on this grounds. My heart couldn't bear any more aches.

I had soon managed to have the door shut, and in a second, my figure had dashed up the stairs, hurrying to my room.

Once inside that space, I shut the lock behind me, form crouching to the ground, while my sobs filled the room.

Could the pains ever end?

When exactly will this day take an end, that, I sought an answer to.

Even if it was only a break. A break from the trauma I faced, but I knew what the answer was. It was bitter.

Body, and soul, at this point was exhausted of having to go through the same thing over and over again.

Lost in my own thoughts, I had soon drowned myself in the sadness that had clung to the walls of the room, living in my tears.