Secrets of Luna

Secrets of Luna: Chapter One

A/N:This has been published but has not had success on the market so I am posting it here for your enjoyment. BTW guys this was written in the beginning of eighth grade so it does not reflect my current writing style. I decided to post it for those of you who are curious. thank you for reading. If you want to read more recent works, please check out my short story "Surviving Society". Happy Reading!

Chapter One:

An Average Morning

I woke up this morning with the same thought as always. Perhaps if I could dream, this thought would be my dream’s inspiration. Maybe this was just me—and trust me I try every morning not to think that—but was immortality all that necessary? I mean, there is already the fact that I can’t get sick. I’m healthier than a horse, so why do I need this? It’s just another add-on that I for one could gladly live without. If I can’t get sick, than what’s the point in having to live forever? It just makes things so much more…boring.

Another question I often find myself thinking; why did every stinking ancient civilization that roamed Earth obsess about living to see more? Were they, perhaps, scared not of death itself, but what lay afterwards? What events lay ahead of death? The Egyptians were crazy, in my opinion.

I guess it was none of my business, but, again in my opinion, I had every single right to know. I mean, I’m the one who has to live with it. Does that seem quite as fair to you? My life lesson; just live your stinking human lives and be grateful for the time you got—because if anything you do not what to end up like me. But, you probably don’t know any better than I did, can’t blame you for it. Just goes to show that no matter how much you think you know you really don’t know anything until you’ve experienced it all.

Finally, I got up out of my warm, cozy bed and walked with grace, taking my time, to the full length mirror on the far side of my bedroom. The mirror hung on the door of my closet, just begging to be looked at. I paused, thinking of the secrets that lay there. Every morning I look in the mirror and can’t help but think of two things; firstly, my past, and secondly, my extremely unnecessarily immense future.

The time that lay between my transformation and the present held absolutely no interest to me whatsoever. Naturally, I had no friends except for Cory; a young boy with brown eyes and short blond hair. I was a loner. That was natural for me. What girl would want to compare their body and brains to mine, let alone accept the facts? Self-confidence lacked in every environment I entered.

In the mirror I got a flashback of all my little human memories. They were quite immature, considering I was only seventeen when I transformed. My mother’s features were easy to see in my face. I had her athletic figure and soft touch. My father gave me wisdom with his careful thinking and wise choices. I could not have chosen better parents.

My mother died when I was very young, leaving me with only one memory of her loving smile. When I had just turned seventeen, my father too started to make his way towards his afterlife. He caught a very rare but deadly disease that spread to me later on. He died while I was in the hospital, and I would have suffered the same fate if it had not been for that one vampire. Obviously someone couldn’t bear to leave me to my peaceful afterlife.

I only remembered his face in my mind for about a decade. I tried to match his face to those who wandered the streets, I never found him. I remember the anger, the sorrow. Who could ever find happiness knowing that they had been sentenced to an eternal life of lonely darkness…technically. I had only seen his face for one second until I faced total darkness, and yet his face lingered in my mind for 10 years. I wasted ten years of immortality on some vampire that couldn’t keep his teeth in his mouth.