Měsíc flicked through her tarnished, second-hand copy of Hamlet, losing her focus during Miss Geri's lecture. She paused as a quote from the play stood out upon a page of nonsense, hooking her in:
The spirit that I have seen
Maybe the devil and the devil hath power
T' assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps,
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me.
She reread it a few times, absorbed by the words without being able to put her finger on why. Měsíc had never understood the bard, if it weren't for the translations given, she would've been as doomed as his characters.
She spent the few minutes left in class tracing every single letter with her mind till it was stuck in the depth of her recollections (that sadly, hadn't stored the previous night).
There had been a party or some sort of gathering? Did she even go? What did she do?
Her last memory was a vague image of Luna doing her makeup. Then – nothing. She woke up in her own bed, wearing pyjamas and launched into the usual morning rush. Another weird thing in the puzzle that was her life in the camp,
Why did they black-out during a full moon?
It did offer the inmates a billion theories to explore.
Měsíc had been bone-tired and ill all day, zoning out through breakfast and lunch.
Was she flattened by whatever had happened last night or was it her trip to the lab (which was, thankfully, another blank) that had her feeling like a zombie today?
Not alone, everyone around her half-asleep, Luna's face flat on her desk.
The last school bell rang, breaking her concentration as everyone around her stood up. Luna grabbed Měsíc's arm, scrambling for the door before the teacher could assign homework.
"I don't understand why we learn about Shakespeare every year." Měsíc scoffed as they exited the school. "We did Much Ado About Nothing, Romeo and Juliet, a Midsummer's Night Dream and Macbeth – I'm done."
"Well, he made a lot of contributions to the English language."
"But come on, every year? I'm sure there are other playwrights in the world. I mean, did he invent theatre? No, the Greeks did. Let's give their plays a shot."
"True." Luna chuckled, stroking the bags beneath her eyes. "Anyway, do you remember anything about last night? I remember leaving the cabin and that's about it."
"You're lucky to remember that. I don't remember anything besides makeup," Měsíc shrugged.
She had to given up curiosity. She had to accept that her life was always going to be full of unanswered questions and utter confusion. It wasn't answers that she wanted, anyway. Not anymore. She just wanted to get away from all the needles and drugging. To live her life without being taken for experiments. Wondering why things happened seemed pointless.
The only real question was,
Why bother looking for something you'll never find?
"On a lighter note then, tomorrow is my first day of the computer program. I'm so happy. It's like my dream," Luna squealed. Focusing too much on Měsíc, she crashed into a tower of a person. "Sorry, I -" she trailed off, eyes widening at the person she bumped into.
