Thirty One Days

White

The smell of incense hung heavy around me but was occasionally stirred with a gently breeze that brought the light scent of honey suckles with it. Warmth cocooned itself around me, causing me to feel like a small child again with no worries and no episodes. That moment passed quickily when I realized I would have to be dead for that to be true. 
"She's awake," A soft voice spoke, upon opening my eyes the memories of today flooded back to me and Madam Luna came into sight. She was wearing a asymmetric pale dress with layers of delicate necklaces, one being a large moon, with her thick wavy hair pooling over her shoulders. She smiled brightly at me.
Istvan peaked around her, which wasn't hard considering that he towered over her, and glanced at me. The feeling of betrayal set in as our eyes met for a moment, making me turn away from him. He wouldn't have done this on purpose, I assured myself, he's your brothers best friend and agreed to help you. 
Madam Luna took a seat next to the gray loveseat that I had been placed on. Looking around the, what I presumed to be the living room, I noted that the walls were decorated with written word which was broken up with pictures, two sets of windows, and occasionally a dream catcher or mobal of some sorts. I was surprised to see that her living room furniture all matched, a pale grey set, and was only disrupted by the dark wooden tables, white carpet, and assortment of throw pillows that seemed to covered everything. The room matched and didn't, all at the same time.
Directly in from of me, where Istvan and Madam Luna had entered, was a double door way that opened up into the kitchen. Occasionally, I could see a flicker, from a candle or incense perhaps, from inside the kitchen. To the right of me was another doorway but I wasn't able to see where it lead to.
"How did you sleep dear?" My eyes fell back on Madam Luna and a spell of déjà vu overcame me. Somewhere I had meet this woman, and it wasn't today, but a long time again. She felt new and old, familiar and distant, something that was on the tip of my tongue.
"Fine." I said plainly and glanced at Istvan who seemed to be lost in his own world, I followed his eyes outside and found that the once bright and vibrant yard was now covered in darkness. The sun was now down and- 
The sun had gone down.
I immediately shot up, panic arising and the heavy knitted blanket that was draped over me fell to the floor. "Where is my phone?" I asked when I was unable to find it, Madam Luna stood with me and placed a hand on each of my shoulders.
"It's okay child," She cooed motherly and held out her hand to Istvan who placed my phone in her hand, then handed it to me. "It fell out of your pocket so Istvan has been holding it for you." She explained gently.
Looking at her at this close of distance I realized she couldn't have been older than 40, what I thought were wrinkles were just clusters of freckles. Breaking eye contact with her too blue eyes I unlocked my phone and surprisingly, I had no missed calls from mom or dad. Not even a text message.

"Is everything alright?" Madam Luna had taken her seat again and was looking up at me through knitted eyebrows. Her eerily clear and wrinkle free skin made me slightly uncomfortable as I thought of my grandmother, who often told me that wrinkles hold a person's life story and laughed at my mothers anti aging cream. Grandma Pearl had died when I was seven and mom was never the same.  

Sitting down, I smiled shyly. "Yeah, sorry." After a paused I added, "But I can't stay too late-"
"Yes, Istvan explained that." She nodded to Istvan who had taken a seat in the chair across from Madam Luna that was to the left of me. He stayed quiet.
"I assume you have questions," Madam Luna broke the silence that had appeared as I stared hard at Istvan, gauging whether or not he knew what would happen tonight.
Unable to hide my surprised look I nodded.
"Tell me what you see,"
Internally, I wanted to scream but instead I took a deep breath, "It's never the same thing. I see a lot of blood, body parts too and they're not always connected to a body." My cheeks had become hot with embarrassment as I realized I never thought I'd say these things out loud. I forced myself to continue though, "Sometimes objects do things like move or float or turn on."
"Has any of it acknowledged you?" She pressed on but I couldn't bring myself to say anything, I felt silly and childish like I was describing an imaginary friend that went missing. I didn't understand why this had to happen to me and my anger flared as I fought myself to talk and force my embarrassment aside.
"How about a different question," Madam Luna broke my train of thought as she placed her slender, ring covered hand on top of one of mine. "How does your body feel?"
What a strange question, I thought, but it then dawned on me that, for once, it wasn't aching. The artificial glow of the white table lamp that sat next to me didn't cause my head to throb. There was also no stiffness in my joints, that usually occurred after sleeping. My stomach didn't feel swollen, in fact, I was actually hungry. 
"It feels... better than normal." I said after considering everything however curiosity sprouted in my mind. Was she a witch doctor? Or a medical student rejected from graduating due to weird, inhuman experiments? Or perhaps she knocked me out with chlorophyll? These thoughts caused me to become anxious and I suddenly wished Istvan would have sat next to me.
"Wonderful," She smiles cheerfully, "Are you hungry or thirsty? I made a pot of potato soup," Madam Luna offered.
"A glass of water would be nice," I whispered, she moved fast and returned moments later with a glass of water and her shirt flowing behind her. She vaguely reminded me of someone from a fantasy movie, which caused me to question whether or not to trust her. Or if she was real. But I couldn't help wanting to trust her, something about her was warm and helpful. Too good to be true.
"If you're feeling up to it, please answer my last question." Madam Luna said after I drank the glass of water she had given me, her eyes seemed to be glued to me.
"Yes." I said shortly.
"What happened?"
Before I could think too much I forced myself to talk, "I was changing the sheets on my brother bed, one of the sheets disappeared, and when I finally found it... it was floating in the hallway. After a second it attacked me then disappeared back into my brothers room."
"Anything else?" She pressed on.
The skin on my right arm began to grow hot and burn, I held it against my chest involuntarily and meet her eyes. 
"I, um," I paused a moment to take a deep breathing as the feeling of someone watching me crept up my spin, releasing a herd of goosebumps across my skin. "My reflection looked back at me."
"Doesn't it always?" I couldn't tell if Madam Luna was playing with me or not but her face was serious.
"Yes but, it looked at me. It smiled at me. It was acting in its own without me doing anything." The taste of insanity splashed at the back of my mind as I tried to keep my voice from reaching hysteria.
"Was that all it did?"
I shook my head and looked down at my arm, pale and slender and the only mark on it was from a surgery I had when I was younger. "It cut my wrists, well it cut its own wrists but I could feel the pain, I bled."
Madam Luna gently pulled my arm away from my chest and rubbed her chilled fingers over the reddened area. The burning sensation stopped but the red color didn't fade, I could hear her sigh.
"You're in trouble, Stevie." Madam Luna's crystal eyes turned white with only the pupil remaining as she stared at me.