insomnia // m.c.

one

sometimes i stay up at night, staring at the moon and make up stories. stories about how it got there, the universe, every star; i can never fall asleep, anyways.

it isn't my fault, i just wake up early and fall asleep late. ever since i was fourteen it's been this way.

my parents never understood it, they never wanted to check it out in fear that something was wrong. i knew, without any doctor's confirmation, that i was insomniac. it would help to go, but until i'm eighteen i don't have much of a choice.

mum and dad were lovely people, loving and happy and caring for each other and myself. they changed when my supposed to be younger brother was stillborn, as expected, but it wasn't a good change. that was okay.

so instead of staying around for their moody days and constant screaming, at the age of sixteen my best friend, laura took me in. i was lucky to have somebody as amazing as her.

laura and i have grown to be sisters, practically. i met her at a young age taking dance lessons, and ever since then we were attached to the hip. she is a year older, and though the short gap she has become somebody i could look up to in life, and look for advice from.

she is beautiful. absolutely beautiful. laura is the type of girl you would see in a magazine; her body and everything about her is model like. she does model, but on a side job of her normal paying one working alongside me.

since i am still seventeen, only for four more months, my parents still have control over me. they don't do much, pay for when i am sick and give me money for when i needed is all. they think that because i moved in with laura i should be able to do things on my own; though i am still in high school.

i do try to help support laura and i; in between school i took a job at a diner. the pay is fair but the tips is what makes me the most. i have learned that despite my always bored demeaner, acting energetic will get you somewhere in life- money, most importantly.

it wasn't that i was a grumpy person. i had my days where all i wanted to crawl into bed and fuck the whole world sideways, but generally i am an okay person. laura disagrees, though, but fuck what laura thinks.

i was awake before my alarm was set, because i didn't sleep a blink the night before. not being able to sleep is really fucking me up, i used to be able to sleep for hours upon hours.

laura always sleeps in late. she has the gift of falling asleep before the sun even goes down and waking in the afternoon. i envy that, usually getting only 4 hours a sleep.

my lack of sleep has effected my physical appearance. my skin is a pale color, my eyes are blue, but the bags underneath them take away from the once beautiful contrast. i like to think they are prada.

i was one to never really mind school, in the sense that i hate it and i wouldn't mind if i got expelled. my parents would, that's all they care about. "you need an education." they always bickered, but i didn't see the point in going. they teach us to find the equation of a line and how many miles thick jupiter is, but we don't learn anything important like paying for taxes or balancing a check book.

there was really no use trying. i was tired and hungry and too lazy to compose an acceptable outfit. for the past week my legs have been covered by the exact same leggings as the day before. nobody commented anything, and i didn't give a shit, because i am a well managed person.

i found some sweater that would make it look like i tried, slipping on a pair of converse and brushing through my long dark hair.

something i hated was make up. to apply some shit on my face in order to feel more beautiful is crazy to me. i have always been a confident person, the most make up i ever wear is my favorite red lipstick. you'll never see me with out it.

"i'm leaving!" i called, shoving my phone in my pocket. i slung my backpack over my shoulder, taking a granola bar and biting into it. laura didn't reply; not like i expected, she will be asleep for four more hours.

i didn't have a car, nor did i need one. school was less than five minutes to walk to, and i never really have to be anywhere else. work is down the street, right near school, too. i don't make enough to pay for gas or damages or anything, either.

people were outside and i rolled my eyes, shoving through others to make it to the doors. what? the assholes were in my way.

i have a few friends at school, but the only friend i can usually tolerate is laura. the people at school are to oblivious, and stupid. one shot at trying to make conversation and they'll turn it into talk about some shit band they like, because that's all they know how to ramble about.

my locker was practically right next to the entrance, which always pissed me off despite its short walk. people are always crowding it, and i hate an abundance of people. the locker next to me was now empty, the person moving to europe for some shit job her parents got. i was a little upset, sarah was nice.

today there was somebody there, fumbling with the lock. "you need help?" i motioned, and he sheepishly smiled at me. "yes."

he was pretty cute, his hair an odd color and skin almost as pale as mine. he had a shy smile on his face, too. "what's your name, locker boy?" i referred to him, asking for his combination. he handed me the paper.

"my name is michael clifford. how about you?" he asked, and i opened his locker.

i threw my unneeded book into mine, finding my math stuff before closing it. "i'm luna."

"just luna?" he asked, and i nodded. i didn't like my last name, i rarely tell anybody it.

michael was looking at his schedule. "trig." he muttered, placing his new books in his locker and taking his math.

trig was a simple class, but i failed it twice due to lack of effort and refusal to hand in projects. i didn't care, but senior year i needed at least a c, so i tried a little. "i'll take you there, that's my first class anyways."

"thanks." michael smiled, closing his lockers. he looked at me. "why do you look so tired?"

"why is your last name the same as a big red dog?" i shot back, and he laughed.

"wow, haven't heard that before."

i shrugged. "i can't sleep. why do you care?"

michael paused, and i stopped walking. "you're a vampire?" michael was whispering, and i opened my mouth to speak. "what?"

"your name is luna, like the moon. you look so tired, and you can't sleep. not to mention your pale skin. holy shit, let me see your teeth." i couldn't tell if this dumbass was serious or not.

"you have got to be kidding me." i sighed. "hello no, i'm not a vampire. that shit is trippy, okay? they aren't real. can we keep walking."

michael began to walk at a normal pace, me right by his side. "damn, i'm friends with a vampire."

"and i'm friends with a big dog."

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ya luna isn't a vampire if you read the title and the beginning surprise you're a winner

i love luna's character a shitton soooo in other words let's see if i can develope her!!!!