The Spirits World

Chapter #3

My jaw drops. I can't believe he said that.

His face was angry, but starts to turn soft as soon as he said that.

I glimpse over at Holly for a second. She was shocked as much as me. Her mouth wide open.

"Luna....I..."

"Don't!"

I turn and run. I run up the stairs.

"Luna! I'm sorry!"

No! Why can't everyone just believe me!? No one won't ever!

When I get to the top of the stairs I turn right and head to my room. I slam the door when I enter. I dive for my bed. When I land the voices start screaming. I hold my head and curl up in a ball on my side facing away from the door.

I start to cry because I can't scream. They'll send me to the mental hospital if I act up. Maybe they'll wait a few weeks to see how the counselor works out.

I hope it works out, even though I don't want to go.

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I drifted off to sleep. Which is odd. I can never do that. Especially with the voices.

I sit up and rub my eyes. I look at the clock on my nightstand. 7:00 pm. That's just great.

I swing my legs over the side and place my feet on the floor. I stand up and look at my sheets. They're all over the place.

KNOCK KNOCK!

I turn to the door.

"Luna? Can we talk?" It was Holly.

"I guess." I say.

She opens the door and steps inside, and she closes the door.

I sit on the edge of the bed.

"You know he didn't mean that, right?" She asks.

I don't say anything.

"He does love you Luna. He just wants the best for you."

"Yeah, right." I mutter.

"Luna....he's not a bad guy."

"You think telling me this is going to change my mind?"

"No. I just want you to know this."

"Whatever." I mumble.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"How can I not be! My whole life no one has listened to me! How am I stubborn!?"

Holly didn't say anything. She just kind of looked down.

"Can.....I just be alone?" I ask nicely.

She shakes her head and turns around and opens the door. She walks out then closes it.

I fall back on the mattress.

Why, why, why!? I can never make them happy! They just want me to be like my brother. He's not crazy. He's also a scientist. Don't ask me in which field. I forgot. He's a great one too. He set out to prove that I'm wrong. Which I guess he has proven that there is no such thing. With science stuff.

I sigh and crawl onto my pillow. I close my eyes.

Next thing I know, I hear a ping. And another.

I sit up and look at my dresser. Underneath a book was a glow. My phone! I knew it was around.

I spring to my feet and grab it.