I assumed now that things would be different but when I woke up in the same room i was once in a couple days ago. The walls felt like they were caving in as I realized that I was back At the Mental institution. I rested my head on my knees as I quietly wept.
Once again everything was a dream, I'm Not sure why these dreams were so vivid and realistic. I was 50% relieved and 50% pissed.
"I Can't believe I fucking trusted you, Look at where you got me." I yelled to Harry. I knew he wasn't there, but I had a strange feeling that he was watching.
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"Ever thought that maybe you're just fucking crazy? do you really think you can time travel and get stabbed without any wounds left behind? do you think that I spend all my time trying to ruin your life, Luna?" Harry whispered, while leaning closer to me. Visiting hours where 1:30pm-5pm but only 30 minute sessions where available for me.
I got locked in solitary for Apparently "stealing a wardens keys and trying to break out?" Thought that was a dream.
"Harry... you put me in here..." I replied calmly.
"For your sake, look-"
He pushed his hair out of his face and looked up at me
"- I'm concerned, You claimed that I was immortal and all these other things which I'm not... I am n-o-t from the 1960s, Luna.
You
Are
Insane-"
I reached over the table and brought both my hands to Harry's neck, digging my nails into his skin slowly. "You're going to regret everything you've ever done to me!" I screamed as the nurses held me down. "Take her to solitary." One yelled.
"This is crazy. I shouldn't be locked up here, I am sane." I whispered to myself.
I felt so claustrophobic I'm this damn place, and lately it seems like I'm always in this.
"What if maybe I am crazy, what if Harry was right, and everything is a lie."
I crawled into my tiny space for sleeping -a sad excuse for a bed- and sat completely still. I heard foot steps, the sound echoing off all the walls. I shut my eyes and waited. Who ever it was kept walking by.
I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.
I sniffled, trying to not cry. "This is it... it's over." I whispered to myself.
All of the lights shut out and I laid back down.
"Hello?" I whispered, my voice shaking. hoping someone would reply.
"I'm just as scared as you are, Luna,"
It was pitch black, and I still felt the need to shut my eyes tight. "Don't fight the madness, it only makes it worse."
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Fanfiction16 year old luna is going through her parents divorce, and moving to a large town and a new school. Luna just wants to end it all, until she meets a mysterious, shy guy. Who likes leather jackets and 60s music. A few months into their friendship Lun...
