Something A Bit Diffrent

Part 10

Pov Luna

I got some cereal and ate in the main hall by myself. I try to talk to people but they look at me like I have three heads. I don't let it bother me because I don't need friends. I have me, myself, and I and that's enough for me. I also have social anxiety because of past problems.

Since they let us have two pairs of regular clothes so I wanted them to be nice. I chose the only dress I had. I loved how flowy it was on the bottom and I loved to spin in it. It had nice light blue flowers that popped out since the dress was a dark blue. Another thing I loved about it was that it didn't show my arms even though it was flowy it didn't go up. I grabbed a pack of color pencils, a black pen, and a no.2 pencil. I made sure I had everything then I walked out slowly. My heart was racing, my fingers trembled, my breaths were shallow. This was my first time out since four weeks and three days. I saw my therapist talking to someone which made me stop.

"It's okay, Luna. Just breath in and out. It's not that hard just go and sit down." I whispered to myself.

I was my therapist move his head and he saw me. He finished his conversation then went to me. He had a bright smile on like always. It always made me wonder how he could be so happy in a place of misery. "Hey, Luna how are you doing right now?" I pushed my hair over my ear not wanting to answer but I forced myself to do it anyway. "Nervous if I'm being honest. I haven't been outside for a long time." "Well, you deserve to go be out since you have been good." He showed me to a table and took my seat out. I sat in the seat then he sat down.

"What have you been writing about?" I looked at my journal then looked at him. "Do I have to tell you?" "It's not about bad things, right? If it is then you will have to tell me if not then no." "No, I haven't written about anything bad. It's just drawings and short stories." He nodded and seemed to like the answer. "I haven't seen you drawn before can I see one." I shook my head yes and showed him a picture of a warrior. It was a female who had a stern face, she had golden locks of hair, her sword thrown on the floor, her hands bathed in crimson color. She represented who I am. Someone who will give up on anything that's hard then he will come out and destroy what I love.

  "It's not me drawing the pictures it's, Rose. She almost never comes out but when I'm writing she likes to guide my hand and put a beautiful picture." He looked at the drawing then me. "You only told me bits and pieces of your life. Does this also represent your life?" I gave a small nod and sighed. "I'm ready to tell you what happened." He gave me a look of shock. He grabbed my hand, "Are you sure? You don't have to say it all at once." I nodded my head yes. I couldn't keep it in anymore. It was a parasite that was slowly eating me and killing me slowly. I breathed and told him what happened in my hell.

•~ 5 years before •~

  "WHO THE FUCK LEFT THE FUCKING TOWEL ON THE FLOOR?" I looked at my younger brother who had a petrified face. She slammed the door opened and grabbed my brother. "WAS IT YOU LITTLE FAG!" I grabbed my brother's slim waist and pulled. "Stop! It wasn't him it was me! Take me away not him he didn't anything." I could feel tears streaming down my face. She slammed my brother on the floor with a nasty crack. She kicked his body and went towards me. I looked at my brother who was slowly dying I looked at my mother's eyes. I wondered how we got to this point. We were such a perfect family, she used to love us and made sure we were safe, now she is a devil. Something made from evilness.

  She grabbed my neck and pulled me with her. I heard her grab a knife then I felt the worst pain in my life. "Mom! MOM STOP IT HURTS! IM SO SORRY!" She slammed my head against the tile floor. I felt my body draining and I could still feel her cutting into my skin. She then brought the knife to my ear and cut out my ear. I didn't know how much I was screaming but my mom soon covered my mouth.