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moon

I can't move. It's forcing me to stay put. The pain swims in my blood, stretching my veins as if they were rubber. It then forces my eyelids to swing open. I can no longer close them. I am now forced to see myself in the cracked mirror. But something was off. My reflection isn't distorted, no. But it wasn't normal either. I can also see my chest, filled with red cuts spelling out :

F O
O
L

The "L" multiplying in size, consuming my torso, arms, legs, and neck. The feeling of being an hour glass, constantly being filled with sand from the bottom to the top. That's how I feel right now. I can't breathe. I scream, but I can't hear myself. I can't hear anything. Soon, the light fades, and I can no longer see. Not a single. God. Damn. Thing.

...

I wake up with my right hand on my neck, as if it was just touched by an insect. I sit on the edge of the bed, taking deep breaths. My hand frantically searching the dark for the light switch. I find it and quickly illuminate the room. I look at the alarm clock and it seems to be 3a.m. I grab a bottle of water and drink like I'm dying. Nightmares like these have been happening to me lately. I don't know why, or what they mean. They don't exactly scare me, but rather concern me. I had a dream the other day that Simon had hung himself, with blood on the walls reading "ALL YOUR FAULT" and "WHY ME" Did those scare me? Of course they did. I never told anyone of course. I plan to tell him after winter break is over, but it's only been 2 weeks, I still have another one to go. I also had this really weird dream about the moon. Basically, I was in a roofless room, with no furniture whatsoever. Nothing. Nothing except me. But light shined from above, so I glanced up. The moon was full, pure white with its unique pattern of craters. It had no eyes, but a mouth. Yet, it didn't speak. It had no ears, but it understood me and responded with nods and mouth gestures. I asked if it can predict the future, it nodded, followed by an innocent smile. I then asked if I would no longer have weird dreams after break. Nod. I asked if my dreams have to do with Simon. But before it can answer, pollution quickly masked the moon with a dark cloud, and soon enough, I was alone in the dark. That's pretty much all. I never knew if my dreams had to do with Simon, but my instincts tell me that it's something bigger.
Back to the real world, I go ahead and sleep.

...

Oddly, I wake up without being out of breath. The natural light spilling from the window. The birds are chirping, the ground is covered in soft snow. I inhale through my nose, and exhale. Pancakes. I put on my socks, followed by my black jeans I had on the day before. I slip into a sweater that advertises a band I no longer listen to. I run my finger through my black messy hair. Ok. I step out my room, to find a note one the otherside of the wall. Weird. I take a closer look to realize it's a letter from mom.

Dear Skylar,
I made some pancakes and milk is on the counter. USE A CUP MISTER! Mommy had to step out to the market to buy some ingredients for dinner, bank, and I have to visit your Auntie to give her her late xmas presents. I should be back before 1:00 so don't get any ideas. Love you

mommy :)

Right ok. I go and serve myself breakfast. While eating, I text Simon.

me: mornin
simon: mornin hun
me: how was your christmas?
simon: gr8, you?
me: same
simon: you got any plans
me: yeah, natsu is coming over to my house
simon: o
me: sorry, we can hang out tomorrow bro.
simon: oh, okie
simon: dude ttyl, my mom needs help shopping
me: ok

Oh yeah forgot to tell you, Natsu is coming over to my house around 3:00 or idk. It's gonna be great. Cørey might too, but his parents are extremely strict. Sad life :( .

...

"OW"
the Jenga block hits my forehead like a dart.
"Haha omg I got it on video."

Me and Natsu were playing Jenga, but of course things get chaotic and offensive when she's involved. That's why she's my friend.

"Did you at least get me on tape when I fell face first trying to ride your smart scooter?"
"pfft nah"
"oh"

I grab the nearest block from me, it's edge soaked with sweet and sour sauce. perfect. With the flick of my wrist, the contaminated block soars through the air, possibly breaking the sound barrier, and hits her forehead. bullseye .

"Ayeeeeee nice shot you gay"
"Like you're not, yah pan"
"tru"

oh yeah she's a pansexual. gay.

"So how Simon?"
"Oh he's been good I guess."
"Y'all make a cute couple"
"stop"
"I'm serious"
"It's hard believing someone who sleeps with a plush PePe"
"ShhShh"
"Haha"
"rUUde"
"I think daddy may be coming."

Daddy = Cørey

don't ask.

"Oh okay cool"
*ding dong doorbell sound thing yeah*
"sooner than I thought"

I get up and head to the door. Once opened, Corey and I exchange greetings and hug.

"Hey sky"
"dad what's up"
"so uh, here is your gift, and natsu's too."
"oh thanks come in"
"can't, my mom said I can only drop these off"
"aww man"
"sorry"
"well thanks, maybe another time"
"definitely"

we hug again, and I wave her a goodbye as he drives off with his mom.

...

Natsu left 30 minutes after Corey's visit. The dark was yet to arrive, so my mom insisted I walk around the block for exercise. I don't really feel like it, but agree for the hell of it.
I constantly kick a pebble as I walk. I ended up losing interest, since I can't predict its movements. The jagged edges keep it from sliding, making it jump around in random directions. This seems like a metaphor for something, but I wave off the idea.
I look up to see the moon in the orange sky. The snow in the trees have melted, so I almost slip by stepping awkwardly in a puddle while my eyes are glued to the natural satellite. Of course, this moon has no form of personification, so it can't answer my questions. Lame.
I do like the moon as it is though, sometimes I feel that if I stretch my arms far enough, I can be able to feel the moon's pale surface. I wish, and I call myself pathetic for thinking like a child. But then I remember that I'm a teen, an older form of a child. So, I stop, reach my hands out, hoping to finally get some answers from the lunar prodigy. moon, I say in my head, tell me something that only I would know.—