Flesh.

012

My dad picks up on the other end, all I hear is breathing, he moved to New-York last year, after I graduated, so I stayed with my mom.

"Hello?" He grumbles through the phone.

"Hey, um this is Luna-" I don't get another word in before he cuts me off.

"Are you okay?" He actually sounds concerned, I shake my head and continue to speak as the cop gives me the stink eye.

"I need you to come pick me up from Syracuse Jail" I tell him, he says okay, and hangs up.

I sit down on the bench and wait, I'm not angry about getting my license cut in half, I'm worried about my baby, sitting on the side of the road.

"You court hearing date is January 9th, 2016, if you do not show up you will be in more trouble then you already are." I nod and follow my dad out the door.

My dad showed up in a suit, and tie, completely sober. His brown hair is combed neatly to the side. A rare sight. I get into his car and sit in silence.

"You're welcome," He sneers.

"Thanks," I mumble.

"Is this it? You're just going to pout after I paid your bail, and came from hours away?"

"You owe me! Okay? You owe me, and I didn't ask you to pay my bail, you did that on your own time pop's."

"Get out." He says sullenly. I grab my backpack and open the door.

His engine roars away, fading into the distance, I throw my middle finger up and walk to the nearest bus stop. I get to my apartment, and fall onto my couch and sigh.

I look at my phone, six missed calls from Belle. Crap.

She picks up on the second ring, her voice flooding the phone. "Are you okay? What the hell Luna!?"

"I'm fine sorry for missing your call. I got pulled over since I was going over fifteen they took me to a holding cell." There's silence on the other end, I swear I can hear crickets.

"Are you serious? You've got to be kidding me!"

"I'm sorry babe."

"I was trying to call you to tell you I'm going to be your next door neighbor." Her voice rises an octave, I'm excited for a split second until I realize Emma lives there.

"When do you move?" I ask

"Tuesday, four days!!" She yells through the phone.

"That's great baby."

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"Well, I'll let you get some sleep, I know you must be exhausted." Static replaces her voice and I'm left alone with my thoughts, and knowing that I have to some how get a ride to my hearing date. I think about them towing my car, and my heart hurts.

I walk over to Emma's apartment, trying to see why she's moving, but the doors open as I go to knock.

"Emma?" I walk in, trying to stay silent.

Immediately I can feel the nervous energy in the air. Something is very wrong. Slowly, one foot in front of the other, shifting my weight as to not make any noise, I walk in the direction of her room.

Her body is turned away from the bed. A metal blade gleams in the light of the table lamp. Her gaze is focused on her pale wrist, now red with crimson blood, running profusely from a deep wound. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I race to her. My arms fall around her, and I can feel her body begin to go limp, her eyes flutter closed.

I grab her keys off the counter as I pick her up. Carrying her bridal style, I put her in the back in recovery position.

I slam on the gas and speed to the closest hospital. I hope to God that I don't see any cops but I could careless. The rest of the world passes in blurs and unimportant noises. It feels like eternity before I find the nearest hospital, I carry her into the emergency room as blood drips in a trail behind us.

"I need a doctor!!" I scream. Before I can finish my sentence they're taking her away on a gurney.

I sit in the waiting room for six hours, trying not to freak out. I sit there, my head in my hands, the tattoos crawling to my face the further I slide my hands back.

"Luna?" A nurse comes up to me in blue scrubs, I get up quickly and walk over to her.

"Are you here for Emma Gray?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Emma cut several veins in her arm, we had to surgically reconnect them, she is in the ICU, you may see her, are you family?"

I nod, knowing they won't let me in if I'm not.

I sit at the edge of Emma's bedside, taking her good hand into mine, she mumbles something and turns her head to me.

"Luna?"

I nod gently, "its me baby girl." Her lips curve into a frown.

"Luna?" She repeats.

"Yes?" I repeat, tracing her cheekbone with my thumb.

"I-I'm in love with you." Her eyes roll back in her head and I feel her hand shake in mine, then her whole body. Nurses come rushing in taking me away from her, I scream and cry but they don't budge as they throw me out.

"NO NO NO!!!!" The monitor screams a straight squeal unending. I cry, I scream, I sit there and throw my snap-back on the floor. I know what that sound means.

Emma's dead.