Luna's POV:
I apparently had the job of dragging Gerard and Lindsey to the hotel room we were staying at. It had one master bedroom and one single bedroom.
I was in the single bed obviously because Gerard and Lindsey were getting the King-size bed.
I settled into the single room quickly; as I kept reminding myself it was just one night, as I often woke up from nightmares and freaked out if I was in an unfamiliar room.
I kept reassuring myself everything would be okay; how I'd wake up to Gerard and Lindsey shaking me to go down for the breakfast the hotel might provide.
My mind was racing and so was my heart, I didn't know why I was trying to sleep, I had been awake almost 16 hours, that's probably why.
I pulled on the hem of my shirt as I tried frantically to fall asleep and not wake up until morning. I promised myself the dream wouldn't appear tonight; but I really wasn't sure.
The dream that kept replaying in my brain was when Bert kidnapped me, beat me and starved me for months.
It played like a fucking survival game, you didn't do anything, you would starve to death. I'm lucky I escaped, that nightmare of a house.
It made my skin crawl just thinking about the dreaded place Bert calls home. I pretend to think about Llamas and Unicorns, to take my mind off the dream. I finally fall asleep...
Timeskip To 4am coz I'm Harry Potter the wizard
After being asleep for 3-5 hours, I wake up sweating, my heart pounding in my chest. I quickly read the time of the day, 4Am.
I calm myself down and look at my cell phone to see whose active on Messages. I see that Frank, Tré and Gerard, whose insomnia is probably keeping him awake, are Online, probably reading messages.
I message Gerard, whose in the next room to me, saying that I had a nightmare.
Sometimes I wake up Screaming and sweating, this time I woke up silently. Some people call me freaks, like the people who want to be my friend just because I have a link to Gerard.
Once they know I have night terrors, they leave me. I wish I knew some of my friends numbers from the orphanage.
But sadly I wasn't fucking smart enough to ask. I miss my old friends. I wish I never left, now all I get used for at school is that I know MCR.
Gerard convinces me to just leave them, but I'm almost 18 and can leave school. Gerard enters my room about 10 minutes after I sent the message, probably because he couldn't be asked to move out of the bed.
