Make a wish(on hold)

Chapter 17

~Luna’s pov~ 

I listened carefully as Luke and Jayden told me what went down at the coffee shop. Turns out that it was only a warning. However, I can see the love and concern filled in my mates’ eyes. I rested my head on the pillow and that’s when it hit me. 

~Flashback~ 

I asked Camilla about her family but that only seemed to put her into her thinking mode. I watched her in awe as her face expression changed each time she thought of something different. I was about to ask her again but was interrupted by a loud boom. There was a gaping hole in the wall; fire licking around the area as if it was fuel to its flames. Small pieces of bricks flew by quickly damaging anything in its pathway. I was about to snap Camilla out of it when something flew at me; a brick piece. I was too shocked to move out of the way and Luke and Jayden were too caught up in trying to find the source of it all so it hit me on the head knocking me out right away. 

~End of flashback~ 

I closed my eyes hoping sleep would find me but I knew that it wasn’t going to come. I laid for hours looking at the black ceiling hoping this was all a dream; a very realistic dream that I could escape as please but reality always had to come crashing down on me reminding me every waking moment that it’s real. This is real. I sighed and emptied my mind. It was barely Wednesday and the pack meeting wasn’t until Friday. I sighed even louder; dear god, I need a miracle. I looked around the living room trying to find something to do except there was none. I would think that at 3 a.m. in the morning, there would be games lying around or a TV on. I squinted thinking I saw a shadow move but I reassured myself by saying it was only a figment of my imagination. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt memories of my past replay in my head. 

~Flashback, age 12~ 

“Haha! Luna’s a loner! Haha! One two, no one wants you. Three four, such a whore. Five six, suck on dicks. Haha!” They all sang as I sat alone on the swing; my head hanging low. 

My tears slowly fell as words came out their mouth. Each word making a scar in my heart. In my hand I held letters written to me by most of the 7th graders. I was afraid to read the letters; afraid that they would break me even more. I held the letters tight and gripped the metal links that held the swing in place as a couple of people came up to me. A popular girl and a school famous boy came up to me before shoving me off the swing. Not one sound came from me as I hit the cold, hard concrete floor. 

“Haha. That’s right bitch, take it like the whore you are.” 

Tears pricked at my eyes but I knew I couldn’t let them see me cry. I would never give them the satisfaction of hurting me. I felt blows being given to my vulnerable sides. Not one sound from me as I felt more people joining in. More blows I receive but still not one sound from me. I felt the hardest kick given to my ribs cracking a couple of them. The tears needed to escape now but I couldn’t, I just can’t let them win. I laid still for what felt like hours, taking blows as they come and finally it stopped and everyone left me there to die. I squinted my swollen eye as I realized someone was coming towards me. “Finishing me off huh?! You coward! Kick someone when they’re down and already hurt. Well I don’t care! I’m not afraid of all you assholes. Just because I’m different you look down on me and think I deserve to die, well guess what? I have every right to be alive. I may be different but I will always be a better person than you people!” My tears were rushing out now. I softly said the next part. “I just want to be accepted… Everyone deserves a chance… Why can’t I have one? Am I such a monster? Is it too much to ask for me to be treated normally? I need the feeling of being normal…” I cried even harder.