My Only Heart Attack

Chapter Two: Confessions

Chapter two: Confessions

We both crossed the room, and met in the middle.

"I want you to know that..." And then Luna was cut off, as both our parents appeared, just as we had moments before.

"Come see my dream catchers!" She smiled and led me the way.

Walking through someone's house was strange. Most of the time, it's more interesting on the outside, away from the drama, but Luna's was like none other....It had a sort of cluttered serenity to it.

"Here they are. I have them hung all over."

"They're beautiful. And finally something I recognize..."

"Muggles say they scare away bad dreams, but they don't." Luna stepped in front of me, close enough for me to hear her breathing. She pushed my hair behind my ear. "You have a really pretty smile."

"Thanks, Luna." I blush at the sound of her name escaping my lips.

She frowned a bit, turned her head as if looking for something, then finally spoke. "I can tell it hides a lot of sadness." She backed up and began wondering around the room, glancing at all the Dream Catchers.

I laughed "What, do you read minds or something?" I gazed at her, but looked away quickly when her eyes fell on me.

"Demi, have you ever heard of Wizards and Witches?" Her voice was so soothing.

Confused, I giggled. "Like the Wicked Witch of the West and The Wizard of Oz?"

She took my hand, and I once again felt the fire between us.

"Something like that"

"Only in fairy tales....why?"

"Well, I'm..."

"Girls!" Her Father interrupted. "Butterbeer in the kitchen!"

Can't I catch a damn break? Wait..."Butterbeer?" My face must have shown my confusion, because Luna just laughed and said "You'll like it. Don't worry."

I decide to trust her, because I don't have much choice, as she's pulling me forwards her kitchen.

We walk in, and I see my Mother talking to her Father, a look of amazement on her face. All of a sudden I flashback to when I was four.

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I looked around the corner and saw Daddy and Mommy in the living room. Daddy is drunk, and raises his fist at Mommy, who's covered in blood.

"Patrick, please! What did I do?"

"Shut the fuck up, you filthy whore!"

I saw the iron fist rain down on my Mother and our family, from then on my alcoholic, pathetic excuse for a Dad was in charge. From then on, the day my father gave up on sobriety, was the day our life of abuse began. It would still be apart of my daily life, if he hadn't abandoned me when I turned fifteen and he caught me kissing a girl.

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"Right, Demi?" My Mom smiled, and glanced at me, as my hearing tuned in to reality.

I smiled, and shook my head, "I'm sorry, what?"

"You're on tour, and expected to be at your concert in a week."

"Oh, Yeah...We wanted to explore London before the show, so we came a bit early."

"Do you do that a lot?" Luna said, sliding over a tall mug, filled with what I assumed to be Butterbeer.

"Sing? Yeah, it's my distraction."

"I meant tune out everything around you."

"Oh, more often now than usual." I took a sip. "This is really good, Luna."

She smirked, and my heart skipped a beat. "I told you, you'd love it."

"Since you girls are staying the night, I'll sleep in Luna's room, Mrs. Lovato, you can sleep in my room, and you girls can stay in the star room."

"Goodnight, Daddy!" She kissed his cheek, and I caught myself wishing I was in his place. Damn, calm down, Demi!

"The Star Room?" Everything here was so confusing. Despite my confusion, I was sure of one thing. I was the luckiest person alive. I got to spend more time with Luna. It's funny, I've just met this girl, but I just have a feeling in the pit of my stomach. It tells me maybe she could be my chance to be happy.

"You'll like it, it's a great place to watch the stars. I spent weeks up there when my Mother died."

Suddenly I realized the absence of her Mother, and felt Sympathetic. "My apologies."

"None needed, death awaits us all, eventually. We should make the most of what we have, when we have it." She shrugged, but she spoke as a much older soul than she appeared.

We walked until we reached a large door, she pulled out something that almost resembled a wand, tapped the door, and it fell open. This place sure is weird....My thoughts were broken by the sheer beauty of this room. The ceiling was entirely filled with stars. It was like there wasn't a roof! It was gorgeous, the stars moved, and it was almost magical.

"This is...amazing."

"It's enchanted."

"What'd you mean?" This was all so strange.

She sat down on the sofa in the corner of the room, and I joined her. "Okay, this is going to sound strange, but so am I. I'm a Witch...there's a parallel world with Witches and Wizards how have wands to perform magic. She held out the stick she used to unlock the door earlier. I just stayed quiet. Processing it all. Luna then turned my head towards herself. Her hand on my chin. She stared in my eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Truthfully?"

She smiled, warming my heart. "Of course."

"I've never been okay. I've always been different, an outcast. And now I hear this ridiculous idea, and I realize I'm not even questioning it. Coming from you, I believe it."

"Demi, I'm not sure if you realize it. But being who I am. What I am. I can sense that your life has been rough. You've been treated unfairly." She took my hand. I thought she would just hold it, but she lifted up my sleeve. For once in my life I didn't try to stop it. I wanted her to see my scars. The ones I put there, and the ones my Father did. I wanted to pour my heart out to her, all my suffering, my memories, my nightmares, I wanted her to know. And yet I felt like she already did.

"Ya know, sometimes we just need help. Can I help you?"

I felt a single tear drop from my eye. She wiped it away, and hugged me. Her blonde hair falling over my shoulders. I let my guard down. I was completely vulnerable, and for once I didn't care. "Yes." I whispered so softly, I'm not sure she even heard me.

We stayed, cuddled together for hours. We talked, and talked. I learned that she went to a school, like high school, but for Witches and Wizards. It was called Hogwarts. She was sorted into a place that valued intelligence. She's had many hardships. Her Mothers death, serving in a war, and it turned out she had scars too.

All I know for sure, is that nothing could ruin this. She makes me happy, a feeling I've never felt before. She lights up my world, and I hope that light is never put out. But something in me was screaming that it was to good to be true. I knew that sooner or later, I had to leave. I had fans to encourage. But for now, all was good. I was entering a new, mysterious world, just waiting for the next bump in the road.

------A/N This chapter was dedicated to Mrs. Red Malfoy, my bestest friend ever! She's helped me through so much, and I could never repay her. Comment suggestions, or direct inbox me! Positive feedback, negative feedback, predictions, anything. Love y'all!