I Am The Luna

Chapter 0344

VALERIE.

My heart almost stops, and my eyes glimmer as I ready myself. I’m no longer that helpless woman I once was…

Even if just the thought of being attacked in my apartment sickens me, I have changed. After the war, I made sure to train, to hone my abilities. Zaia and I had our workout sessions four times a day. I trained hard and although it’s not really something I enjoyed, it’s something I realised I needed.

I silently walk towards the door, my bare feet making no noise and when I’m halfway there, I see the shadow move as the person turns away and I close my eyes when they disappear from outside my door.

The silent creak of the floorboards in their wake as they move along is a reminder that there was indeed someone right outside the door moments ago….

Exhaling slowly, I close my eyes, trying to calm myself before I turn my back to the door and look around the room, placing a hand on my forehead.

“It could have been the neighbours…” I glance at the far wall. They’re silent and I can hear the faint snoring from beyond the wall.

I enter my bedroom, about to lock the door, when I realise it doesn’t even have a

latch.

Great…

I get back into bed and lying on my back, I stare at the wall behind me. Could it have been one of the neighbours on this side? I did hear something before…

Shaking my head, I roll onto my side, listening to the sound of a distant siren, and of someone taking the trash out…

me of my childhood and the small part of town back

of someone banging on

as I scramble out of

They said they’ll deliver after eleven and I don’t sleep in! I glance

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there, her hands on her hips and it’s obvious from her

you?” I ask, brushing my hair back.

you can. Is that white piece of junk out front

I glance past her, although we are far too high up to see where

but junk, even if I did downgrade

be classed as junk.” I answer,

you’re

I say, shutting the door with a

How rude.

only thing parked behind my car was an off–road old minivan. I had asked

in months.

this woman being petty? I’m sure it’s the latter.

my keys with one hand. and sneakers with the other. Putting them on, I

car, not missing the way everyone is watching. She scoffs, walking

my

on the ground, getting into her van,

back where I was parked when the car makes a