Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Unhinged – Prologue

(Author’s Note: Unhinged, Book 2 of the Moonlight Avatar Series contains details of the following subjects: abuse, trauma, violence, sexual assault, recovery from trauma, and intense emotional relapse. This book and series is not suitable for all readers. While the subject of the supernatural, werewolves, and magic is the focal point of the story, the series will follow the effects of trauma and abandonment associated with the main female lead. If you are easily triggered by any of the mentioned subjects, do not read ahead for your mental health. This is your only warning. Read at your own risk.)

Kiya

Murky clouds hide the cerulean sky as heavy rain douses the russet earth. Mother Nature, unable to handle the endless demand of water, surrendered from the onslaught with puddles of mud drifting through the blades of grass. Humans would call this a depressing day; the sun hides, children’s laughter is nonexistent, and many shelters themselves from the unforgiving precipitation. To combat an emotionless day, they hole themselves up inside the cozy abodes that bathe them in soothing heat.

A heavy sigh holding the weight of the world escapes my plump lips in a puff. The colorless whips melt into the darkened, eerie atmosphere around my form. Separated from the warmth of the blanket, I force my upper body to make comfort with the chill of the rainy day, demanding the death of the summer heat.

‘Why am I awake?” I ask myself. Typically, I sleep through days like these. The pitter–patter of rain serves as calming music that lulled my fervid mind into a deep slumber. It pulls me from my maddening reality and tucks me into a world of serenity and safety. No one can harm me or bother me. But that’s not the case. Today, my mind overrides the calming presence of the battering rain against my window.

Kicking the covers o off my feet, I walk to my private bathroom. My ears falled to pick up movement from the pack house. I heard not even the clanking of pots and pans from the Omegas in the kitchen. It’s as if I’m alone in this four–story house. Uncertainly rolls within me like the vicious waves of a tsunami. Amongst its violence, fear plants its cataclysmic seeds in the soll of my mind.

I shouldn’t be afraid. There’s no reason to be. But I am.

Flicking up the light switch, I walk towards the sink. Fluorescent lighting made the clean, colorless tiles shimmer until my shadow blocked their blessings. In the bathroom mirror, my reflection stares back at me, expressionless. Nothing is out of place. Melanin skin is still the same, my hair is slightly messy fro

pillow,

and the rest of my features hold no flaws. The sound of running water resounded through the lavatory ambiance, surrounding the sink plug in a small, rapidly draining pool.

I didn’t open the faucet. How could have it done that on its own?

Without thinking much of it, I shut it off. Before I can look at my reflection again, the pristine white sink welcomed droplets of red.

One.

Two.

Three.

The crimson precipitation increased in speed, drops doubling. Startled, my head shot up at the mirror to see the

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side of my mouth bleeding. Not of external injury, but as if I bit the inside of my cheek hard. Droplets quickly turned to rivers as both sides of my mouth began spilling blood into the sink. It flowed faster than the faucet as the vile taste of metallic cloaked my senses in a haze of terror.

But it wasn’t the only thing that’s red.

My eyes, once beautiful coffee brown, flashed to a sharp vermillion red. And then blackness began tracking the nerves of my neck and chest, coming from the crook of my neck, where my neck and shoulder met. Curling and crawling as if it’s alive!

Screaming, I fell backward into the door, unable to comprehend the horrific appearance my reflection is taking. Only to know that it’s not just my reflection. It’s me! Lifting my hands, I watch as black swam through my arms to my fingertips, mapping every internal vein and artery anatomically possible. If that wasn’t bad enough, pain skyrocketed through my body as the transformation took place.

convulsed. Writhed. Quaked under the blinding power of unknown agony. It’s more than I could handle! I have to

have to do is submit.” A deep, malignant voice echoed around me in surround–sound. Black smoke billowed in, blocking the light from the fluorescent lightbulbs, drenching the room in metal–colored horror. It encircles me, caresses me, and chokes me. The smoke took the forms of hands, rubbing my bare arms before moving to my neck, fingers caressing the crook. “The more you

Blood continued to flow, staining my blue nightgown in gargantuan splotches. Weakly, I crawled toward the sink, holding onto the rim for support. Lifting myself, albeit slowly, I finally soaked in the reflecting, pulsating evil that stole my appearance. It took a form of its own, cackling like a mad–woman,

this moment is staggering. It threatens

being in the light. Why resist? We both know you want to give up.”

chanted, gripping my curls so tight i ripped some from the

boomed within my mind. Her faraway voice seems so close, bombarding my sensitive ears with a simple command. A sparkle of light in my peripherals drew my attention to the bloodied sink. Within held a knife. A knife made of silver. In

you continue

you know

play the game of righteousness and morality? How long will you play the pure–hearted imposter

The knife shook.

it.” Artemis orders.

into the blackness of

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brain cannot process so much at once, even as I shut my eyes. Sensory overload torments me and sends my brain into a pool of hellfire. Burning. Screaming. Over and over 1 hear the same demands;

smiling at me with bloodied teeth, angling the blade to my neck. Its arms

like the devil

not darkness! I’m not evil!

I’M NOT!

suffered. But in the darkness,

“We are free.”

from the self–inflicted wound. Red dribbled and gushed onto the granite tiles in waterfalls, taking my life with

suffer anymore, do

with happiness and anticipation. Instead of the smoke embracing me, it’s the arms of death. I dropped. My head collided with the tiled floor of my bathroom, forming a pool of blood around my head. Curls, once filled with

expelled my last

And then, silence.

I died…

to my cellphone, quickly checking the time. It read 3 AM in front of the mobile

bedroom. On Zircon

past two weeks. It’s getting to where I’m afraid to

leave me alone.

happening to

sucked in a deep breath,

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versus in the blue nightgown in the nightmare. A breath of relief escaped my mouth as I ran my fingers through my

must this go on?” Artemis asked

dreams are unlike any

don’t know, but tell someone. It’ll help get this

understand. If I can’t make sense of my nightmares, what

know better than anyone that talking things out can help. And you haven’t talked to

to talk about. And I told Mayra.”

her busy schedule? You need someone here to speak to. Why not talk. to Jackie? Or Sapphire? Or the rest of our

hands gripped on the outer rim of the sink, I