Cinnyris

Bills and Taxes.

"The one with the dark soul."

Well, I did see that coming, but it only gives me a severe lack of calmness and security- and the chills, let's not forget about the chills. I could feel the sweat coming down from my hands so I quickly wipe it off with my pants. The sweat dampens them again, cold and disgusting. I really need to wash my hands.

"Oh, okay. Thank you." I respond. The man has been sitting there quietly for ten minutes. The ten minutes I consumed to analyze my dream with this new information. I don't believe that reality hacks our dreams in such ways, but if you've seen what I've seen, you would've been taking your precautions as well.

"Are you sure that every thing is okay, Luna?" The old man ask with genuine worry plastered on his face. It's been plastered on his face for the last ten minutes, and it isn't wearing off.

"Yes, everything is fine. You know, I think you need an assistant, someone to help you to be able to keep this place clean without you exhausting yourself. I will send you a volunteer as soon as possible." I state kindly. He can't be responsible for this intire place, even if it's small. He needs someone to help him out.

"Thank you Luna." He says, giving me a small smile, the worry on his face still didn't fade. He must've been concealing that book for forever, and now I, the dangerous, irresponsible Luna came out of nowhere asking for this precise information. I would be worried too, and I am worried, to say the least .

I smile back, a really wide smile, in hopes to ease the man's tension. I really don't think he can add up more wrinkles to that face. then i head to my room. Affected by the many events that occurred on this day, I lay on my bed, exhausted. I remove all my anxious thoughts and just, toss them away. I know, it's very selfish of me but, I can't absorb any more of this tragical series of unpleasant events that I so sadly announce as, my life. I close my eyes, and sleep overwhelms me.

I wake up feeling dizzy, and my head throbs with every sudden movement, probably due to dehydration. I didn't have the time to drink water yesterday . All in all, it's not the greatest morning. I walk to my bathroom and do my business, brush my teath, take a quick shower then change into a black tank top, black hoodie and my blue jeans. I am not in the mood for happy color, or in the mood for anything containing the word 'happy'. Still, You can't even imagine my longing to be able to say this word, to announce it as my own, personal feeling. Even when I say it, it feels weird. Too sweet. Too...Happy.

I shake my head in dismay and remind myself, that I've felt this before, even in here, with Luke. But it feels like I only took a dose of it, followed by none. Which makes me crave it more. I don't understand why I was chosen to be the one with such, misfortune, even to my family. I feel like a mistake that was never ment to be on this earth. But nevertheless, I deserve to live as much as anyone on this planet does. And even if the devil himself tried to take that away, or take the only people I still have, I'll make him crawl back to hell and picture it as a safe haven. Because when you lose the most, you do your hardest to keep the rest.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror then comb my hair. I am pretty, I am useful, I deserve to live happily. Just like everyone else. I ease into a better mood.

I stroll to the dining room, knowing that everyone will be gathered there, since we are returning to school. Walking inside, I smile to my friends,and my enchanting mate. I don't how I would've survived without him. "Hey guys." I state casually. A mixture of indifferent responses escape every mouth and I smirk at their evident laziness.

"Venice is at Lucille's, right?" I ask.

"Yeah." Will responds. I sigh. I've been ignoring my sister's presence for too long, and literally dumping all the load on poor Will, while my actual Third in Command, is doing nothing but being the dull head he is and roaming the world with no freaking purpose. Adam.