The Most Powerful Scream is Silence

Chapter 2: Meeting Elena

When Luna walked through the door she was greeted with a site she wasn't used to. The house actually looked like a home.
The floors were a deep rich brown that soaked up the heat from the sun pouring in through the glass. The warmth came in waves from the floor, she could feel it through her worn converse sneakers and pale blue ankle socks. Her toes, adorned with chipped nail polish, curled in her shoes trying to suck the warmth from the floor and through her entire body.

Warmth wasn't something she was used to.

She peeked around the wall that leads into the kitchen, taking everything in. Most things were bare or covered in boxes but she liked it.

It was homey.

She tried not to crack an ironic smile at this. "Homey". Really? She knew this place, like all the others, would morph into something she hated, and the things that went on behind closed doors and painted walls were definitely not classified as homey.

With a small sigh and a shrug, she walked up the wood stairs adjacent from the kitchen, her hand on the banister as she went.

Her room, as directed to her by John (AKA the man who is responsible for half her DNA, but in no way her father) was at the end of the hall on the left.

The room was small but bigger than her previous one. A big bay window, with a window seat, faced her as she entered the room. Sun streamed in lit up the room making Luna smile, a real smile, for the first time in a while.

To the left of the entrance was a set of double doors which lead to a roomy closet and the same coffee coloured hardwood as downstairs was echoed throughout her bedroom as well. However, the walls were painted a dull eggshell white that she didn't care for.

A thought crossed her mind, to go pick up some paint from the local hardware store she passed on the ride here, and if she was any other girl she would have. But she wasn't. The last thing she needed was to get in trouble for painting her room, knowing John he would go on a rant about how this is his house and she is defacing his property.

The outcome, like most things in life, wasn't worth it.

The movers, who were kind and soft despite their bulging muscles and tough exterior, had put her bedframe and mattress, small nightstand, and dresser in her room.

Her bed faced the window, just the way she liked and her dresser was on the rear wall, the farthest from the bedroom's entrance. Both were made of dark wood that was a nice accent to the matching floor.

The movers were kind enough, upon her direction, to place her few boxes in her room as well. Now all she had to do was unpack everything, something she always dreaded, because she knew in a year's time she would have to repack it all.

Not to mention it was boring as hell.

Deciding she would rather be doing almost anything else besides unpacking she decided she would walk around town instead.

Silently she made her way downstairs and out the door, without anyone in the house noticing.

Elena, now sitting with Jeremy on the porch, trying to act casual and not at all snoopy looked up as she saw the nameless girl exit the house as quietly as she had entered. The amber-haired girl bypassed the SUV and made her way down the road on foot, hands in her jacket pocket as she walked. Jumping up at her shot to make a new, normal, friend Elena hopped off the porch and made her way towards the girl with long strides.

"Hey!" she exclaimed "I'm Elena, you must be the new neighbour. I just live next door."

Startled and somewhat shocked at the bubbly girl before her Luna smiled awkwardly.