The Wicked Luna

Thirty

The moment I leave his room my skin tingles with anger.

My fingers dig into my arms and I bite my cheek so hard blood begins to fill my mouth. I want to run to the bar and gulp down alcohol. Tears cling to my water duct, and even though it has no right, my heart aches.

Caliana told me that Cayson has not dared touch any other girls. The sight of his hands running down that girls creamy arms had proved her wrong. The sight of his lips locking with hers has brewed something that should not be created.

" A whole bottle of wine," I growl when I reach the bar.

The bartender smiles at me and takes a bottle of red whine from the rack. She hands the bottle to me and then proceeds to serve other guests. I rip the cap off of the whine bottle and take an enormous swig.

The alcohol burns my throat as it slides into my stomach. I don't care and take another enormous drink. My head is fuzzy and my balance seems to be off as I drink the rest of the wine.

It is all Caliana's fault for telling me to go speak to Cayson. She made me believe that he was secretly loyal to me. I decide that a professional talk with her would best put my rage to rest. So I stumble around the party, hardly seeing where I am going.

Instead of finding her I stumble and fall on my butt. The moment I fall I begin to laugh hysterically. So hard that people begin to look down at me in pity. A boy I don't know eventually comes over and hauls to me to my feet. I lean against his body and carress his cheek for a second. He stares at me in a bizarre way and mouths something. I crash my lips onto his and begin to cry doing so. The boy is uncomfortable, and pushes me away.

He mouths something again and takes my hand. I don't understand what is going on so I follow behind him. Letting my world fall in drunk bubbles and giggles.

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The next morning I wake I am completely alone. My only company is the spread of whine bottles that are littered over me. The red whine has drops on the white sheets and I bite my lip knowing the color is stained. When my eyes fix on the bright happy sun, I groan. It is blinding and full of hope, things that seem to keep hurting me.

I rise from my bed and shower quickly, scrubbing off the red whine that almost stained my skin. When I step out I throw on jeans and a baggy sweater. Then I stand and stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. At the girl who has made her life impossibly messy. Her wet, dark hair frames her face in a way that screams of old ways. I frown thinking of being the same reckless girl.

My anxiety crawls up my throat staring at my long hair. It becomes so overwhelming that I can't bear to look at her. I avert my eyes down to the sink drawers. I fling them open and bite my cheek as I only see more packets of soap. Finally when I open one a pair of shimmery metallic scissors scream my name. I pick up the scissors and my emerald eyes are reflected in the shininess. Without thinking I cut a chunk of my hair off.

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Night creeped onto me faster than imaginable. The nighttime always rolled into Deneb hastily, almost always bearing the threat of a storm. Shadows are swallowed by the darkness and the soft glow of hall lights were not enough to brighten up my nervousness. I slink down the halls, guilty of what I am doing.

When I near his door I hesitate to go in. I hesitate to check and see if he is better from the amount of alcohol he consumed last night. Still I hoist courage out from her pit and walk into his room.

Cayson's eyes immediately snap over to me the moment I walk into the room. The moon pours in through his window and it softly illuminates his features. I hold my breathe for a second at his beauty.

"I just wanted to check up and see if your all good" I say while clearing my throat.

With big round eyes he stares at me. I scratch the inside of my palm uncomfortably. His eyebrows scrunch together and he quickly stares at his hands.

"I'm fine," he mumbles.
"Good to hear" I murmur "I'll leave now."

He doesn't reply so I stand in place with shakes legs for a second. Then I turn around and delicately begin to patter out.

"Wait I-I um..." Cayson stammers.

I whip around leaning forward on the balls of my feet. He is staring at me in awe as if I've cast a magical spell on him. My eyes catch on a freckle that is on his forehead. His lips are pouty and screaming of life. My palms begin to fill with sweat as I take a trembling step forward.

Cayson's window creaks shrilly and the smell of a fresh rainfall begins to edge in. Cayson cocks his head at me as I take more steps forward. As I get closer his body perks up and mine becomes tense.

"I miss you" I begin while rubbing my hands on my sweater.

He doesn't reply but stares at me. I could look frightening under the light of the moon. My name after all does mean night monster. My hair is tar black and although it is now shoulder length it is still wavy. Perhaps to him these waves could swallow him whole. My eyes could look like a ghostly green.

The longer time he doesn't reply the more I become nervous. I sway nervously and scratch the inside of my palm repeatedly. Outside I hear an owl call out into the night. Soft wind whispers to the grass. My heart bounces in my chest and thunderous beating is all I can hear.

Maybe Cayson is actually over me. Maybe he believes I am still afraid of the same things. Now what keeps me awake in my bed with the illuminated moon pouring through the windows and blanketing me, is the thought of being without him. My body trembles at the thought, my soul convulses with terror. The loneliness would be a vice on my heart, with just enough sharp pounds to keep me in constant pain.

"I miss you" He whispers back " Damn I miss you."

My heart beats 8 times a second in my chest. I move closer to him slowly. I treat him like he is something that will run away if I move too quickly. Too suddenly and he will bolt. My body trembles as I stand in front of him. Desperate for his featherlight hands to touch my body. Cayson's eyes are cloudy and I don't know what he is feeling. The moonlight is somehow blinding as my eyes can only see his.

Electricity burns in the air and my body shudders when I feel his hands wrap around my body. They run down my back and I bite my lip to hide my pleasure. Rediculous pleasure that should not stem from a passionless touch. I am starved from his touch and this craving is growing with every second.

I am shocked although when Cayson stands, grabs my face with his hands and crashes his lips into mine.

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Cayson's lips melt into a hot and passionate kiss. His lips are demanding and slightly bite mine. My body tangles around his and we heavily sit on his bed. My body reacts like it has been deprived of his touch. One of his hands tugs at the end of my sweater in a claw like way. His other hand finds my empty one and entwines with it. I kiss him back fiercely while running one of my hands through his hair. The affection was bringing me back to life, all that was missing was my capability to say Iloveyou.

How long has it been? Probably a couple of months :(

I'm so sorry! I became really unmotivated with writing until recently.

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