Luna Winters

Abuse

It happens all the time. Dad goes out to the bar. Mom at work probably fucking some douche bag. Dad gets drunk and comes home. Finds whatever he can and pushes it over. Calls for me. I don't answer. He goes to my room. Breaks down the door. Stares at me. Throws the half-full bottle at me. Glass shatters on the wall. He tries to walk over to me. He trips. He gets up. He slaps me. Punches. Kicks. Anything he can think of. It doesn't hurt anymore. After years of the same old thing, I don't feel pain. He would collapse on my bed and I would run. He would jerk up and try to run after. I would run downstairs. Out of the house. Into the woods. To a stream next to a cave. I would just hide there for hours. A lot of times I would just fall asleep there and wake up the next morning to sneak back in. I would change and leave for school. But what can I do? I'm not eighteen yet. But once I am, I'm getting out of this hell hole.

I'm a lone wolf. And the school shows it. The guys try to get in my pants every now and then but never succeed. The girls hate my guts because the guys they banged are goin' after me now. The nerds are afraid of me... As they should be. I'm known as a badass but no one knows what I really do after school. But we will get to that soon enough. RINGGGGGG. The first-period bell rang throughout the halls as everyone scattered. The halls were finally empty. I got my stuff and walked to class. It had already been five minutes since the bell and I just reached the class.

I kicked open the door and waltzed in. Everyone's eyes were on me. Including the teacher's pruny ones. "Pass?" The teacher asked in annoyance. "Half a year with me and you still think I give a shit to go and get a pass?" I asked sarcastically. The teacher just sighed and said, "go sit down, Luna." I did as I was asked. I sat in the back where no one dared to go. As he started the lesson I connected my headphones to my phone and listened to my music.

Are you insane like me?
Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?
Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?
Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?
Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?

And all the people say
You can't wake up, this is not a dream
You're part of a machine, you are not a human being
With your face all made up, living on a screen
Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline

I think there's a flaw in my code
These voices won't leave me alone
Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold

Are you deranged like me?
Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me?

And all the people say
You can't wake up, this is not a dream
You're part of a machine, you are not a human being
With your face all made up, living on a screen
Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline

I think there's a flaw in my code
These voices won't leave me alone
Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold.

I hummed to the song (Song by Hasley, Gasoline) and it reminded me of myself. Before I knew it, the class was over. I headed to my locker and opened it getting my stuff. I could feel a presence behind the locker door. The smell of cologne was strong and almost sickening. "Ahem." I peered in his direction to see Noah Mill staring at me with cocky eyes and a smug grin. "You know" he began. "I'm not much of a-" I cut him off and said, "Not much if a photographer, but I can picture us together." He looked at me shocked. I just show him one of my signature 'I don't give a fuck' looks and tried to walk away. But he grabbed my elbow and pulled me back making me drop all my stuff.

I was pissed. Everyone had already turned to look at us. The hallways were silent. Noah picked up his hand and twirled my blue hair. "Blue is a good color on you," he said with a smirk. I wasn't like all the other girls that he could just sweet talk and I would fall for him. He was a player. But so was I. I knew all his tricks. So I just smirked and reached my face towards his ear. I began to whisper. "Well if you want to play like that. I could give you a good time." I said seductively and nibbled on his earlobe. "If you want, we could get out of here and so some things." He looked pleased, so I continued on. He would be sorry. "We can go into the janitors closet" I continued. "And you can put my hands above my head and we would make so much noise that the whole school would hear." He loosened his grip on me and I knew it was time, so I finished. "Let me just pick up my stuff," I said as I bent down and picked up my stuff staring at him as he stared at me. I bit my lip and went back up slowly. He stared at me and I just moved aside. "Feast your eyes... ON THIS!" I yelled as I pointed to the bulge in his pants. I walked away as everyone laughed and he tried to cover up his crotch. "YOU WILL REGRET THIS! YOU HEAR ME? YOU WILL REGRET THIS!" He yelled as I strutted away. I flicked him off and kept walking.

-HOURS LATER-

The school was finally over and I could go to my night job. The only good part of my life. I walked through the front doors and onto my motorcycle.
(This is Luna's motorcycle)

Oh, my baby. I spent a fortune on her. If anyone touched her, I would kill them. Not even kidding. Yea, I'm messed up. But who wouldn't be of their parents abuse them and you hate your life? Exactly. I started her up and left the parking spot I was in. I headed towards the south end of town. Sure it's dangerous, but I have better memories here then I did in the north part. I walked into Club neon. I went to the back. I know the owner. They practically raised me. I changed into my fighting clothes.
(Luna's fighting clothes)

I changed into my usual: A black crop top, short leggings, combat boots, a black mask to hide my identity and hair, and my signature piece, a bandanna with a crescent moon. Before I left, I tucked my blue hair into my mask so it wouldn't fall out and give me away. I went behind the club and hopped on my bike. I drove to an abandoned mall and parked it there. I pulled a drape over it so no one would recognize it. I took a deep breath in and strutted inside.