Chapter 2:

Unexpected

10 Years Later . . .

It seemed rather gloomy outside that day. The rain pounded the window pane, pulling at something in Winter's memory. Her eyes refocused to catch her barely visible reflection in the window, where she looked gloomy herself. Guess it couldn't be helped what with the week she'd been having.

What was it with those girls anyway? Calling her mean names and ridiculing her for her coloring and her insistence at being called 'Moon'? In her heart she forgave them, but they still darkened her mood for the rest of the week. Huh… Now that she thinks about it, this was a stupid thing to get depressed about.

"Snap out of it, Moon," she chided. "Draw something and you'll calm down." Of course she'd waited six days to bring herself out of it. Oh well.

Pencil to her sketch pad, she waits. What would she draw today? Looking up at the other drawings that hung around her room, they were all pretty much the same: a monochromatic, androgynous pre-teen whose face was shifting from one expression to another. It was… unnerving, but at the moment it was the only thing Winter could seem to draw. Only the clothes of the subject would change, and sometimes the more evil-looking side of their face was there wholly, or vice-versa.

Closing her eyes, Winter channeled her thoughts, her emotions, wishing something would change. She felt her hand move, but kept her eyes closed. When she opened them to see how far she'd gotten, she practically threw the pad away from her. The pre-teen's face had twisted in this rendition. They looked like a monster, but that wasn't the only change. In all of Winter's drawings of them, they'd stood a certain distance away. Now, however their head and shoulders took up most of the paper, and seemed to be reaching for her. Not only that, but something else stood behind the monstrous subject. It looked like a shadow, one that had many limbs.

Needless to say, "The heck with that!" Winter flipped the pad so she didn't feel watched. Pulling the covers over her white hair, she rendered herself unable to witness the shadow pass in front of the window.