Zara

After that revelation, I had quickly crawled away from my hiding spot and into the safety of my bedroom.

My heart pounds in my chest, as though trying to find a way out.

Anger boils underneath my skin. I really really want to punch, kick or break something, but doing so will only draw attention.

I look outside my window, to the waning gibbous moon hanging up in the sky. It calls to me, telling me to cast aside my troubles and lose myself within it.

It's right. I do need some fresh air.

I lock my bedroom door and go over to my window, stripping down to my...