The Force In Your Hands

Moonshine

"Luna! I won't shout a fourth time! Get up now! You're gonna miss your bus!" I opened my eyes and startled up from my dream. A dream. Again, just a dream.
I fell in my bed again, exhausted. "Luna!!!" mom shouted again.
"You didn't want to shout a fourth time," I mumbled and got up. My legs felt like jelly, those dreams gave me a harder time than I would admit. Nobody would be left cold if they dreamed of being stabbed to death almost every night.
Despite everything, I managed to get dressed and go downstairs for breakfast.
"Why did it take so long?"
"I'm sorry, mom. But now I'm here." I yawned and sat down at the breakfast table to make a cup of cornflakes. I watched mom the whole time.
Claire. That name matched her. She was small with a chubby face and altogether she was a bit plump. Her hazel hair would always fall into her face and she stroke them behind her ears again with a fast movement of her hand.
"And so is your bus," she responded. She wasn't my birth mother. I was adopted and I didn't know who my actual parents were. I just knew that everybody kept saying they didn't live anymore.
That was it with my breakfast. I was suddenly wide-awake, left my cup of cornflakes where it was without a glance, and ran upstairs into my room, "I'm already gone." I grabbed my bag, put on my jacket, and left the house. Stuffy air hit me and the sun was shining onto my blond hair.
"Hey Moonshine. You're already there?" A tall, brown-haired sporty guy looked out of the bus and told me with his hand I should hurry up.
I sighed annoyed, "Alex, I've already told you about a thousand times that I don't want to be called like that." I hurried to the bus since the bus driver was looking a bit annoyed already because he had to wait.
"And I've explained to you a thousand times why I still do so."
"Just because my name's meaning is the moon?"
"And you shine like the sun. That explains the 'shine'."
"Isn't that a contradiction in terms?"
"Don't be that fussy and get in already." I hadn't realized that I was still standing in front of the bus. The bus driver looked at me angrily but I didn't care. I smiled at him innocently and got in. Then I sat down next to Alex and the bus took off.
Alex started talking, but I didn't listen.
My thoughts were with my dream again. What was the meaning of it? I didn't know. But I would do anything to find out about it. However, the fact that I didn't know the meaning of the dream wasn't the only fact I was scared of. Of course, also the steps and the knife frightened me. And the fact that I lay in front of my tombstone. Did somebody want to kill me? Did somebody have it in for me?
"Moonshine?! Do you even listen to me?!"
"I'm sorry, Alex. What did you say?"
I started panicking, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. What if the one was sitting on the bus right now and would come over to me any moment to kill me? I knew it sounded strange but I couldn't suppress the outburst of fear that arose inside of me. Alex softly touched my arm. The contact was too much for me.
"Hey. Moonshine. What's up? You look exhausted. Are you alright?" The bus stopped.
"I'm sorry, Alex." I pulled away my arm, jumped off my seat, and left the bus.