Flesh.

009

I didn't really comprehend the fact that I hurt Belle. I just wanted her to love me, I wanted to love her back. She just didnt understand what we had. Maybe I hadn't either, but I know for a fact that we were something. I knew I loved her even when she flew over my car. She provoked me. I was angry, God I'm always angry. this time I was fuming, I drop her hand at her bed side.

"Bye Belle." I leave the hospital, a big weight on my chest, like an elephant.

---Present Time

"Luna, I know you're hurting," why is she comforting me? Why am I letting her?

"Save it." My lips curve into a solid frown.

"Brooke. . . she meant nothing to me." Her fingers fold into a prymaid, if only I could knock it down the way I did that night.

I take a deep breath, originating deep within my lungs and soul. I need to get out of here, Ineed, I need to get Emma. And I've left her again.

My feet crunch under her welcome mat, please answer, please answer.

"Lun-?" She rubs the sleep from her eyes as I grab her, feeling her waist. I feel a bit of guilt pinging within my heart. I need her, but I want Belle. Why does this happen?

She does not speak, she sits there, her eyes searing through this night of regret, of torture, of something, anything but a nightmare of which I'm clinging to.

I think back to the night we met, the accident that would redo the lining of the universe, certainly mine.

--Two Years Ago

Beer bottles rattle throughout the house, and I feel a thunder rise within my chest, he's home.

"Luna!" My father's voice booms throughout our home, a tingle sounds within my feet. Move. I'm stone, stuck in place, an oak who's roots bury deep within the soil.

"Luna!" His voice gets raspier, my legs become jello, and I'm forcing myself to withstand the battle that is about to commence.

"Yes sir?" My voice is a squeak compared to his roar.

"Open the fridge, what do you see?" He coos slowly, my eyes betray me when I open the fridge: empty.

"Nothing, sir."

"Your mother did the shopping, she ain't here no more, is she?" He takes a swish of beer and continues reclining in his beat up chair. The hardwood floor creaking under its weight.

"No sir."

"Well then go get some food!"

He hands me a fifty and I grab the keys, I get in the car and release a breath I didn't know I was holding.

By time I reach the nearest grocery store the sun has set, and the parking lot is vacant.

"Welcome to Henry's market" the cashier smiles, then drops it quickly and walks away.

I get everything that a house needs to function, that I can afford with fifty bucks, throwing in twenty that I saved up over the years. One last thing, I search the rack for bread. No where to be found . . .

A girl my age walks by eyeing the section as well.

"Do you know where the bread is?" I tilt my head down slightly, the light leaves one side of my face in shadow as I avoid eye contact. The side of my face that is blackened by his fist.

"Um. I don't work here, but I assume its over in the sections labeled 'bread.'" She points to a aisle across I nod and continue walking.

Whole wheat? No, white? Why is there so many types of bread?

The girl returns next to me, eyeing my arms.

"My name is Emma."

"Luna," I reply, shaking her hand gently, taking her in. From her dark eyelashes and black-rimmed blue eyes to choppy scene hair.

"I always get rye, but I mean, I like sour dough as well." She shrugs.

"I mean whatever is better," I laugh lightly.

"You've got a nice laugh." She smiles and tucks a strand behind her ear.

"Thank you." My cheeks flush and a stirring in my chest swells with warmth.

---Present time.

"What kind of bread did you end up getting?" She chuckles, knowing what my thoughts were wandering to.

"Rye." I laugh plainly.

"Hmm."

We sit there and cuddle, watching American Horror Story, taking in each-others presence, but my thoughts' never leave the girl with the blue hair, and the sorry eyes. Even when Emma and I kiss, it doesn't click the way i once had knew it could. She falls asleep, her head on my chest, breathing heavenly, I feel a stab of regret, I grab my phone from the coffee table and text Belle.

Me: Wanna stay a couple more weeks?

Belle: Okay? thanks

With that I can breathe, I can feel the world slowly falling into place, or maybe it was doing the exact opposite. I wouldn't know the difference.

Authors Note:

Hey guys, this is Sky, as you know the theme has been a little iffy, but I'm so happy to say we went pass five hundred views!! I got grounded when we had eighty, and my girlfriend goes, might I add in the middle of class, "oh we're at five hundred views by the way."

I just wanted you guys to know that we really appreciate all of the reads, and we hope you guys stay along for the roller-coaster known as Luna's life. XD