Luna

Chapter twenty-one

I saw the hatred burning in the eyes of my remaining brothers, it was directed at me because his death was my fault.

"Your wailing is as music in my ears," Nick laughed.

I begged him to stop, to let them go.

"Tell me who is next Luna," he demanded.

I shook my head and kept begging him to stop.

"No? How about Ethan's other half or the sweet and caring Cole?"

Another shot was fired, and this time it was aimed at Isaac's stomach.

"It's all your fault," Isaac said before closing his eyes and falling limp at the floor.

I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I was transported into a different room.

I was breathing heavily and looked bewildered around me.

A blurred figure was standing before me, but I couldn't see who it was due to my tear-filled eyes.

The person made a few soothing noises, but it was overpowered by my sobs.

"Breathe," I heard a man demand.

I tried to breathe properly, but I had no success.

"I can't," I wailed.

His hands cupped my cheeks, forcing me to look at him.

"Look at me Luna, it's me Kayden. Now breathe," he ordered.

I took a few trembling breaths, desperately trying to fill my lungs with oxygen.

"You had a nightmare, it was not real. You're in your room, safe and sound," he stated.

I shook my head, I wasn't safe and neither were they.

"I'm sorry," I hysterically apologized when I realize what I have done.

They were death because of me.

I kept apologizing even when he was talking to me.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

"They're death because of me," I sobbed.

"Who are?" he questioned with a stern voice.

I couldn't talk.

I was chocking on my own sadness. Good, I deserve that.

"Breathe dammit," Kayden firmly ordered.

Why would I?

I didn't deserve to live after what I had done.

I saw his mouth moving, but didn't hear anything anymore. The edges of my vision blurred.

Kayden's face was replaced by another one.

I squeezed my eyes together, trying to see who was sitting before me.

"Isaac?" I whispered in disbelief.

"Yes, it's me. You need to properly breathe Luna," he stated.

"You can't be real, you're supposed to be dead," I sobbed.

"No, I'm real," he said while laying my hand on his cheek. "See?"

"I don't understand, you died," I muttered.

"It was not real. You had an awful nightmare. Everything that happened was not real," he explained.

If it was a nightmare, then Ethan was still alive.