Moonlight

29

Weeks pass, my wounds have almost completely healed, and am still stuck as a human. I guess I shouldn't have run off into the woods. If I hadn't, I might not have lost my power and died.

I sit on the edge of Garrison's bed, staring at his wolf night light from when he was a kid.

"Dude, you still sleep with a nightlight?" Ian scoffs, followed by a small chuckle.

"No, Leah gave it to me when we were younger." He replies. I gave that to him? I don't remember giving him that.

"You're feeling better, right Leah?" Ian asks, a concerned look plastered on his face.

"Yeah, I, uh, am almost totally healed." I reply, each stutter causes another worry line to appear on Garrison's forehead.

"Babe, a few weeks ago, you had some sort of nightmare," Garrison begins. "you seemed really shaken up by it, is everything okay?" He asks.

My heart begins pounding, breath rapid. I keep seeing him on the grass. The blood, the pale body, the despair in his eyes. All I can muster up is,

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"I know that all of this can get to you, but it's alright, we can figure this out..." he whispers, his voice begins to fade. He begins twiddling his thumbs, almost as if it were a nervous habit.

"No, we can't. I watched you die, Garrison. My vision was you being killed. I can't live through that again." He stops fiddling with his fingers and looks into my eyes.  "Yes, it does get to me, but I try my best not to explode, because you need me, and if I explode, it's not going to be good." I rant.

"I'm here for you, I understand..." he whispers under his soft spoken breath.

"No, you don't understand. The day that I fell off of that cliff, Jake did cause me to fall but that's not why I was up there alone, I tried to kill myself."

"You what?" He asks in disbelief. The look in his eyes change. His forehead crease fade, his eyes go soft, and his jaw relaxes.

"Yes, while you were God knows where, I tried to kill myself. Because I didn't want this life anymore, I didn't want to fight my family, I didn't want to cause all of this stress on you."

"You didn't tell me about this because you didn't want to hurt me?" He mumbles under his breath. He inches closer to me, his body heat radiates off his skin.

"I didn't want you to do anything reckless. I saw that bullet go straight through your chest." I reply.

"It's never going to happen, as long as you're here, I'm safe from any harm..."

His voice begins to fade, the long rant coming my way soon fades from my hearing.

Her finger slipped on the trigger, the air broke with the sickening sound of the bullet ripped from the gun. Its safe place to keep shelter, then ripped from safety, into the air. Harshly taking new refuge in Garrison's chest. The silence broke as our hearts did. We both dart towards his direction, only seeking sadness.

The haunting truth is, it hadn't happened in real life, but it was going to happen soon. With every fiber in my being, I will not let that happen.