A Prisoner's second chance

Clara’s POV# When I saw him being lowered to the ground, I cried. A hair stood on end behind my neck. I couldn't figure out what hurt my heart so badly. "No," I said in a low voice as I looked at Isabella, my twin sister. She didn't even move as she watched the soil cover him up. She cared less about it; I couldn't blame her; she was born naturally as a rogue; we were nothing like each other; we were not even alike. My stepmother also didn't make a move; she silently fought back her clearly fake tears. There, I knew I was done for; I knew my life would basically be finished. The only help I had was gone, the only person who truly cared for me. My life has been basically a living hell, but Dad tried as hard as he could to give me the best life he could, but he couldn't. I know he tried; I knew. I slowly stepped back and ran home. I couldn't just take it anymore; I couldn't stay in that scene and watch them anymore. I ran as fast as my legs could take me. At that point, I wished I had a wolf, but for some reason I didn't have any; the moon goddess hated me. Why did it have to be me? Why was I the only one to lose my dad and live without a dog? I remembered my dad, his smile, his words, and the work he put into teaching me and my sister. In the end, he lost his life, all because of me. No, it was all her fault. She should have never fought with him. Father has cared about her as much as he did, but he cared. He cared way too much, and now that he was gone, I was the only one to miss him. He was alone, on the ground. Cold and empty, just like the way I felt.I definitely hated my life. His face was etched in my mind, and I knew it would be impossible to forget about him. I ran into my room, crying into the blanket. The sadness I felt could never be explained. My eyes fluttered open as I heard rustles. My neck snapped to where the rustles came from, but I didn't find anyone; I could only see the window opened. With the moonlight lighting the room, a chilly breeze blew in. I managed to get up and close the window. My head hurt real bad from crying myself to sleep, but when I remembered it again, I burst into tears. I wiped my tears as I watched the beautiful moon and prayed to the moon goddess that it should all be a dream and I would wake up. I quickly drew down the window, but as I was about to draw the curtains, I saw a physic of a werewolf running across the small forest outside. At first, I was scared, and I thought the dog wolves came to attack. Those people were monsters! I quickly hid myself in the room, looking outside at the lone wolf running. I squinted my eyes, looking closely, and then I realised it was Isabella, my twin sister, running off. Well, she was a rogue, but she never left at night; she did it in the day; she was too lazy to attack other packs in the day. I shrugged and drew the curtains, keeping the moonlight from entering the room. I knew Isabella would return, probably in the morning. I returned back to sleep. I found myself in the middle of a dark, barely lit room. I looked around and heard light sounds coming. I turned and screamed, “Hello!!” but my voice only echoed back to me, echoing through the room. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder from behind, and a sharp gasp left my lips. I quickly turned. I saw my father and a woman, a beautiful woman with long black hair that reached her knees. Honestly, I had never seen anyone as gorgeous as she was. She looked like a queen. “Father," I whispered, my eyes tearing up. "Father,” I whispered again. “Stay strong, baby girl; you have a kind heart, and you will be abused because of it, but don't lose it.” My father said I was confused at how everything happened so fast; he didn't bother giving me a hug; he only went straight for it. I looked into his eyes and said, “Dad, why did you?". “I love you, Clara; you are my daughter after all; never think that I hate you. My love for you is the love of a mother. You go through all your experience because you are a rare person, I've been watching. I'm not saying this just to make you feel better; I'm saying this because it's the truth.” The woman said. I didn't know who she was, but I wanted to believe her words, yet I found it difficult to. She smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. “W-who are you?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “I am your mother, the moon.” I didn't hear her last words as I slumped to the floor, my world meeting darkness. I opened my eyes to daylight and groggily stood up from my bed. I looked at the bed next to me where my sister, Isabella, used to sleep, but she wasn't there. I shrugged as I stood and walked towards the door. “She has probably fallen asleep somewhere after getting drunk.” I said as I took one last look at my room, remembering the dream I had. A smile crawled on my face. Somehow, I totally forgot about Isabella. I felt she was okay, and if she wasn't, she would fight for herself; she wasn't so fragile. But little did I know that last night was the last time I would set my eyes on her.