On the Court #Wattys2015

CH 11: My First

Sniffle, wimper, wipe, repeat.

That was Toni's routine for the past week. All alone in her room is how she wanted to stay. Hidden from the world and and snuggled under her covers. Her phone never stopped vibrating with the number of calls and texts people tried to send her way. She couldn't bring herself to answer them.

Luna had been a great friend. She held Toni when she was going through an anxiety attack and fed her when her face seemed too pale, and her eyes were too dull.

Toni barely got out of bed but just the thought of the love that was shared between those sheets made her eyes water. She missed him terribly, but the playback of his hurtful words hollowed her each time she thought of him. She remembers the times when she would spend hours in her room locked away with him. They'd make love countless times until she couldn't take it anymore. Have her weak from exhaustion and the pure buzz of pleasure.

She didn't speak her thoughts, so she brought out her old friend that'd 'listen' to her no matter what.

Maybe my life was supposed to be this way. Maybe I was suppose to spend the rest of my uni days in my room, only attending classes to keep up my place here. I became a husk of my original self. I look like her (barely) but I don't act like her. It's like the nightmares have drained my spirit. Now all I see when I got to sleep are dark eyes. I used to dream about hazel ones, twinkling at me while the man that owns them teases me about the little things that are strange to him. The number of times I've woken up screaming and in a cold sweat instead of in my lovers arms is endless. He seems to be all I think about because I now know that our verbal communication has stopped and the only way I can speak to him is in my thoughts. I miss him but I don't miss the harsh words he said or the way he looked at me when he saw me in that room. I wish I had a better explanation for had the made me feel but honestly...I'm too fed up to try.

Setting her journal back on the floor next to her bed she sighed and closed her eyes, hoping that the daylight will clear all the dark places in her mind.

Luna was tired. She was tired of seeing her friend sad and being helpless. She decided that she'd talk to Jeremy about it because, as her boyfriend, he understood. So when she got to his dorm room, relieved that his roommate wasn't there, she blubbered about how stressed out she was and told him she was worried for Toni.

Jeremy still had that ring in his shoebox under his bed and with the frown lines etched on Luna's face these days he wondered when would be the right time to ask her. He knew that now wouldn't be a good time but with the amount of bad things happening, why not bring in something joyful?

That would be selfish he thought.

When Luna was done venting he told her a day by herself to collect herself would be best.

"Maybe after the banquet, I still have to find what I'm going to wear."

"Luna."

She sighed, snuggling closer to his chest. "I know but the banquet is in three days." "Exactly, rest tomorrow and the next day you can do your little shopping." "I guess..." "I'm sure Toni will understand."

"She's so broken," Luna's voice cracked. "She doesn't even talk."

"She's going through a lot of shit right now." "I know, but I wish there was more I could do to help." "I'm sure you're doing your best" he mumbled, kissing the top of her head.

"I'm not trying to kick you out or anything but Darren is coming over soon."

She groaned and sat up, "That's my queue to leave." "Luna" he whined. "I don't wanna look at him let alone talk. I'll see you Friday." Jeremy sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. "Alright."