“Luna please don’t leave like this. We can sort it out,” Roman pleads, but it’s all too much for me.
“I need fucking space, from you, from all of this. You need to respect that,” I sigh.
He stands in front of the main door blocking me from leaving.
“Roman, you’re only making this worse right now.”
“Please, Meu Tesouro, don’t leave,” he begs, but I don’t hear the end of his sentence.
I don’t hear anything.
I don’t feel anything.
I don’t see anything.
Except pain. It’s ripping through every inch of my body.
“What did you just call me?” I cry in rage.
He’s white as a sheet. He knows he just fucked up and made this worse, but I don’t care. Not for anything right now.
A vase on the table near the door finds itself in my hands and I’m launching it across the room, making everyone jump in shock. Including myself, this is like an outer body experience.
I’m not in control of myself right now. I hate this.
What this does to me. I can see the pain in their eyes, and I don’t give a shit. They can all rot in hell for all I care.
“I’m so sorry Luna, please,” Roman cries as I see him hit Rafe on his phone.
Before I can knock it out of his hand he’s speaking.
“I just lost her. I called her his nickname, I didn’t mean to. It just came out. Rafe, tell me what to do, her eyes are black pits of nothing. Fuck,” he screams. Keeping his frantic eyes searching over me, as he swipes a hand down his face in desperation.
The others are still standing in shock, but only concern is in their eyes. I just can’t connect to that emotion right now. I can deal with pain and pain alone.
“You’ll do well to stay the fuck away from me. All of you,” I roar, as I charge out of the room.
No one stops me. I’m on autopilot.
I’m slightly aware when I’m riding Dot, but everything is muscle memory because I’m not aware of my surroundings.
I don’t know how long I’m driving for when I finally pull up outside of Ace.
I feel like I’ve not been here for a long time when it was barely twenty-four hours ago that I left. I consider going to Red, but in this state I’ll probably just ruin her in the process.
Heading up to my room I’m stopped by a sign on my door, and if I wasn’t in the middle of a breakdown already this sure as shit would have sent me over.
FEATHERSTONE ACADEMY
THE PYRAMID
YOU ARE REQUIRED TO ATTEND THE TRIAL GAMES TODAY AT 12 NOON
ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY
YOU MAY BRING ONLY ONE WEAPON OF YOUR CHOOSING BUT IT MAY NOT BE A GUN
YOUR SACRIFICE FOR OUR ORDER IS HONORABLE
What the fuck do I do?
I’ve been asking myself that question over and over again and it’s almost eight. In my current state asking for help would be worse than sawing my own hand off, but I need to know if Rafe found anything out about this or not. He’s been trying to call me non-stop after Roman called him but I’m nowhere close calmed down since then, so I decide on a message.
Luna: The Pyramid is today at noon. Did you find anything out? Do not call me.
I attach a picture of the notice as well. At least they gave me more than the two hours’ notice they could have done, but I don’t know how to prepare to make the most of this time.
Rafe: Fuck. I’m already on my way.
Rafe: Nothing solid. Let me push and see if I can come up with anything.
I don’t need any of these secretive assholes near me right now, they can all go to hell.
A knock on my door catches me by surprise. I pull up the feed on my phone and see Red outside.
“Luna, I know you’re in there. Open the door right now,” she shouts.
“Now’s not a good time Red,” I shout back walking closer to the door.
“Don’t give me that shit Luna. If one more person rings my phone I’m likely to launch it. Now let me in so I can help.”
“No.”
“Now Luna,” she yells with a bang against the wood.
“I’m doing you a favor Red. Be grateful I can see through all this fog in my brain to recognize your importance to me. I can’t promise the same when you’re in here,” I answer honestly.
“Luna Steele, open the fucking door now,” she screams.
Making me swing the door open to shut her the fuck up. Yet when I do she smiles at me sweetly and barges past me.
The fuck just happened here?
She has the notice in her hands as she walks in the kitchen flicking the coffee machine on. Raising her eyes to mine she looks me over.
“Your eyes aren’t the same,” she murmurs.
I don’t know what she wants me to say to her, so I say nothing.
“What will be better for you catching a few hours’ sleep or powering on through?”
“I’ve been awake since I took a nap yesterday morning so about twenty-two hours, but my brain isn’t going to switch off right now,” I answer honestly, she nods and hands me a coffee.
“I won’t ask if you’re okay because I know you’re not. You don’t even look like you right now. It’s weirding me out a little,” she says with a smirk, but I don’t respond to it.
I’m still in the same state of mind. Only pain registering, nothing else.
Maybe today is a good day for whatever this is.
Another knock on my door and I’ve about fucking had it with everyone interfering.
“You want to be my best friend? Then you get rid of whoever is on the other side of that door. I’m done with all of this shit,” I growl as I lock myself in the bathroom.
I don’t even bother looking at my phone.
Taking a shower, I try and find some control over myself but it’s pointless. I’m lost
