Migraine || S.W

Prologue

( A/N: This is not a real chapter, it's basically just getting to know the characters, so this might be a bit short, so yeah enjoy! )

Luna's POV

It all started that summer.

The summer where everything changed.

I had never had a good relationship with my mother. I've always thought she was a terrible human being and a complete monster, which she was.

My dad on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He was always on mine and my brother, Charlie's, side for as long as I could remember. He actually cares about us and wants the best for his children like any other parent really would be.

So it didn't surprise me when him and my mother decided to separate. They were always arguing about my brother and especially me.

I was the main problem because of my health issues and how I wasn't 'Mentally Stable' in my mother's eyes. The thing is, is that I have severe depression, and I have an eating disorder. When my parents found out about that, they had two completely different reactions.

My mother loathed me even more than she already had before, if that's even possible. She was terrified of that fact that she had a daughter that did that to herself. This wasn't because she cared about me or my health, it was because she didn't want to tarnish her image. My mother is obsessed with the typical, perfect older women with a perfect family, and she didn't want me and my issues getting in the way of that.

My father on the other hand doesn't care about how others look at us and what they think of us. When I told him about my problem he wanted to do everything in his power to help me and get me help. My father has always been there for me and my brother, and I know I can always count on him to help me and be on my side when things get tough and I need someone to back me up.

So after that whole situation my father and mother, got into a really bad argument. I mean they always argued but this time it was different. It was a lot more toxic and dangerous than it had ever been. There was things being thrown and stuff being broken, and honestly I felt as if it were my fault. It wouldn't happened if it wasn't for me and this situation honestly made me hate myself even more than I already did.

So after a long week of screaming and yelling my dad decided to take me and Charlie to Nebraska, where my uncle lives, and we were going to stay with them for a while since everyone thought we needed to get away from my mother.

Moving to a whole different state meant I'd have to meet new people, which I really wasn't good at, at all. I've never really fit in anywhere, and it's hard for me to get to know another person because honestly, no one's ever given me a chance. Some find it hard to believe I'm Charlie Whitmore's little sister.

My brother Charlie is the complete opposite of me. He's amazing at meeting new people. He was really popular when he was in high school. And he's the most outgoing and loving person I know. Everyone loved Charlie and I'm pretty sure no one didn't love Charlie because it was  simply impossible. He may not be like me socially, but he does go through the same thing I do at home, and he's the only other person besides my dad that's always on my side no matter what. Charlie is the only person I can connect with on that type of level because he experiences it with me everyday.

Normally moving to a new school and meeting new people would be really nice for some people because you get to start over, and it's kind of like a refresher. But this wasn't the case for me. I was a nervous wreck. I've never wanted to be back I my old school more in my whole entire life.

But I had no choice. So me, my dad and Charlie packed up our stuff and moved from Los Angeles California to Omaha Nebraska within two days.

And this is where the story begins...