The problems of us

Chapter 9: Breakfast trouble

**picture above is of Trix AKA Georgina Henley**

"So were expected to fall asleep at 10:30?" I ask as i stare at the ceiling.

"Pretty much."

Ughh i never go to bed this early, im more of a 2:00 am kind of girl.

"Want to play a game?" I ask.

"No."

I groan "oh but commonnnn Jinnnnnn! You know your not tired yet!"

"Actually i am, good night Luna."

Ughh first night and this is what i have to put up with?

Dang flabbit if only i had my phone!

I sigh rather loudly and turn over onto my stomach.

"Im bored." I say aloud.

"Interesting. Im tired so shut the fu** up." She groans.

What a meaner.

I slowly stand up and tip toe to my door opening it slightly.

Maybe ill just take a walk, if someone sees ill just say i was heading to the bathroom!

Perks of having it down the hall!

I close my door behind me and start my slow walk down the hall.

I wonder what room Percy is in.

I head up the stairs very slowly and notice a camera in the corner. Shit.

Dammit!

I personally find cameras so creepy i mean, their are people in another room just watching you.

That is hella creepy.

As i turn around to go back to my room i notice a small figure under the stairs.

"Hello?" I whisper yell and slowly step towards it.

I hear silent sobs and the person is obviously trying to stop them.

"Its okay to cry." I say softly as i get closer.

Its a very small form, its shaking with each cry for help.

Not literally but when someone cries they need help. Not someone to tell them to snap out of it. Or say they understand and everything will be okay. All they need is to be held. To know someone cares.

So i do just that, i walk over to her and wrap my arms around her shoulders.

I can tell its pristine by how small she is.

I hear her sniffle and then she looks up at me. "Luna?"

I smile sadly "yeah, im here baby girl. Im here."

She cuddles into me and we sit their for a while longer.

"This happens sometimes. The crying. I just cant help it, it starts by one tear and then just keeps coming." She suddenly states.

I nod my head in understanding "yeah, i get that too."

"You do?" She squeaks.

"All the time. Well at least once a day. I cry a lot when i have my anxiety attacks thats for sure. I think it happens alot just out of the hidden sadness thats screaming to show."

"I guess thats why were here. To get rid of that sadness." She says.

"Yeah, to het rid of those thoughts that haunt us every second of everyday." I add.