Keep Breathing

25

Luna-

The beat pounded at the same rate as my heart and I could feel the vibrations hit my skin. My head felt weightless and my shoulders were no longer sagging with the weight of my troubles. My body  moved to the sounds and my smile just grew bigger with every passing moment. Everything was painless and I just felt good. I didn't care about anything and that was a feeling I had long forgotten. The amount of alcohol coursing through my veins now was probably border-lining on dangerous but nothing really seemed to matter. I was high. 

 "Hey Luna!" A cold hand captured my shoulder and spun me to the side. A goofy smile acquired my lips as I found the eyes of my new friend. His name was Jeremy and he was tall, with shaggy blonde hair that came right to his shoulders- which were fiercely tanned from surfing and constantly exposed by his tank tops. He was from Florida I had learned in the past few hours of meeting him and he sold drugs for a living. "Try this! It's like weed in a pill!" My eyes widened in surprise and I gripped the small green capsule between my thumb and forefinger. "You may wanna sober up a little or else you'll be completely fucked!"

"sounds great!" I giggled stupidly, tossing the drug into my mouth and swallowing it just as quickly. Jeremy's eyes widened in shock. Thinking realistically wasn't on my top priorities list tonight. Jeremy probably got the pill from some street gang a few minutes ago, it could be laced with molly-hell it probably was molly, but I didn't care. I was on a self-destruction binge, probably worse than my last. It was a wonder how I didn't end up naked in a road side ditch with no recollection of the night before with how vulnerable I make myself at times like these. 

"Hardcore babe!" we laughed in sync before returning to the dance floor. I couldn't remember the club name but I knew it was a black light party. I had various paints smeared against exposed sections of my skin, as did everyone else and no one seemed to give a damn about anything but the music. 

Time didn't seem to exist while I was here. Something about the drugs coursing through my veins made the fatigue simply vanish. My feet didn't hurt and my calves didn't burn from my constant movements. Willow shared my utter amusement with everything after her many, many drinks. We danced for hours is what I guessed until finally we stumbled back to the bar and I could literally feel my head in the clouds. 

 "So does Harry know you're out partying?" Willow inquired with a lopsided smile, another beer already firmly in her grasp. The sight almost made me queasy, if I had anything else to drink tonight I'd probably black out on the spot. 

"Nope" I popped the 'P' as I spoke the word and spun my stool around once. 

"Are you guys like dating yet?" she grinned a devious smile. 

"What? No way, not after-" I stopped and shook my head, my thoughts clouded immediately after "did I tell you what he said to me?" I quickly changed the direction of my sentence and Willow shook her head no, taking no notice of it in her drunken state. I grinned a dreamy sort of smile and spoke "he said he loved me"

"He loves you?!" she squeaked, her frazzled hair bobbing upwards and she jumped from her chair and grabbed my cold hands. "When did this happen!? You just said you weren't dating Luna!"

"I know-I know! I think maybe it's a friend love, or a family love type thing.  I don't know. But it's strange you know, he cares so much and I already feel like I've known him for years" I trailed off a bit and shook my head. "I trust him more than anything already" I mumbled, knowing later the confession would haunt me. "Wanna know something else?" I dropped my voice lower, as if I was telling her a secret and Willow's eyes grew wide as she nodded quickly "He want's me to move to London with him"

"Are you kidding?!" the shriek that left Willow's throat scared both me and a few other neighboring club goers. I chuckled lightly and shook my head.