A Boy With Messy Brown Hair And Hazel Eyes

Chapter 76

(Luna's POV)

I get to Joey's house, not knowing what to do. I'm panicking. "JOEY!" I scream. No answer. I look under the matt for a spare key. I don't find it. "Come on, Graceffa. Where do you keep your fucking spare key?!" I say to myself. After an hour of searching, I call Daniel. "Hey Luna. Why are you calling me?" Daniel says. "Joey has had an anxiety attack and passed out!" I shout. Daniel swears, hanging up. I sit outside for an hour, crying loudly at how stupid I am. A car pulls up outside the gate. Daniel comes out of the car, opening the gate with his key. "I've got a key to the house." He says. We run up to the door and Daniel opens it. I kick off my shoes and run upstairs, opening Joey's door. I gasp. Joey is lying on the floor. "JOSEPH!" I shout. I grab him. I start shaking him. Daniel comes in, fear in his eyes. He pushes me back, looking at Joey. "Joey." He says softly. Joey eyes remain closed. "Joey, it's okay." He says. Joey opens his eyes. "Shit. Not again!" Joey blurts out, digging his nails into the side of his head. Daniel grabs his hands. Joey smiles, but the smile is bitter. Daniel lets go of his hands. He looks at me and nods, leaving the room. I hear the front door slam shut. 

"Joey..." I say. Joey looks at me and starts to giggle. "Oh, shut the fuck up." He snaps at me. I gasp, looking at him in shock. "You just had to-oh my fucking god! You called my ex?!" He screams. I flinch. "Out of all the people in your fucking contacts you called HIM?" Joey's voice starts to get higher. "OMG! You really don't get it, do you?" He says. I let my hair fall over my right eye, tears falling down my cheeks. "I don't need Daniel to come and save me, Luna. All I fucking wanted was my ACTUAL boyfriend!!" He shouts at me. I stand up, my legs starting to wobble. "Bye, Joseph." I say, grabbing my phone and storming out, slamming his door behind me. I get into my car, tears streaming down my face. I drive through the rain, listening to it beat gently on the windows. I smile, pulling into the grocery store car park. I park my car and get out, locking with my keys. 

I head towards the grocery store, tears still flowing down my face. My phone rings and I ignore it. I head to the toiletries aisle, grabbing some pink and white hair dye. I walk over to the razor section and stand there, looking at all of the razors. My phone buzzes and I groan, fishing it out of my pocket and looking at the screen.

[Texts between Oli and Luna]

(I'm writing this on a computer so no emojis!) 

Oli: Lui?

Luna: I'm fine, Oli. Just heading home.

Oli: Oh, okay. I'll be back in America soon. 

Luna: Okay, Mister. I gtg, facetime later?

Oli: I can't, bubs. I'm really sorry...

[Out of texts]

I feel the tears fall faster, my vision becoming cloudy. I take out my SIM card before flinging my phone against the store wall, watching it shatter into pieces. I pick it up, the shards of glass slicing my my fingertips. I grab a razor and head to the self checkout, paying and leaving the store. I drive home, the rain getting heavier and heavier. I pull up to my gate, opening it with my fingerprints. I park my car and get out, locking the door. I walk to my front door and unlock it, kicking off my shoes. 

I head upstairs into my room and strip, heading into the en suite bathroom. I head into the shower and shut the door behind me, sitting down on the floor. I open the bleach packet, grabbing the gloves and sliding them on. I wet my hair a little bit, feeling my locks caress my back. I rub the bleach into my hair, making sure that every strand is covered. I take off the gloves, stuffing them into the packet. I grab the razor packet, ripping it open with my teeth. I look at it, watching it as the blades glimmer in the light. I bring the razor up to my arm, sliding it across. I hiss at the pain, making several more on each arm. I drop the razor, tears running down my face. I grab the mixing cup and put it in front of me. I pick up the razor and slice my palm, squeezing it over the cup. Several drops of blood enter the cup. I open up the white hair dye, squeezing half of the bottle into the cup. I open and pour half of the pink hair dye in as well. I rinse the bleach out of my hair, looking at my blonde locks. I mix the dye together, watching as the blood gives it a red pigment.

I get out of the shower and open my cupboard, grabbing some leftover grey hair dye. I go back into the shower and pour some of the grey dye into the mix. I mix it up and put on some gloves before pouring it into my hair. I run my hands from root to ends, making sure it is all mixed properly. I turn the shower on and wash my body, making sure all the blood is gone. After 30mins I rinse the dusty pink out if my hair, watching the mix go down the drain. I smile, all my tears gone.

I wasn't paying attention. So I didn't hear the front door slam shut.