My Moon

7.

"Leave mé alone, you have no right to stop me you German." I hear someone scream, its far away, I think, I'm a little woozy as my eyes open. The realisation hits me that I had been knocked out.  My head hurts, someone must have hit me on the head. I look around and see Karl. To be honest, he is looking really hot in that suit. "She deserves to know!" Is that Thomas? "Guys, whats going on?" They both turn their heads towards me and at the same time scream: "SHUT UP!" Gosh someone is on their period. "She can't know, if she does it wont happen." Karl starts getting really frustrated. "What wont happen?" I try asking. Thomas starts talking: "Ok, here we go. You ar-" Karl quickly interrupts him, screaming no. "If you want to tell her go to him." "To who?" I ask. "To F-"
A sea of water is being pourn over my head as I hear Thomas saying my name over and over. "You zoned off or something, after that you fell off your chair and we think you should go home." I look at the crowd of doctors, Karl, Thomas and some random people I don't know.

When I get home I get a text from "Karl bby<3." Wtf Karl. He put his own number in my phone. He must have used my thumb to unlock my phone, the d*ck. I swear if I find more of his "easter eggs" I'm gonna kill him. Before I read what the message sais I change his contact name into "German D*ckhead"
The message was just him asking if I was ok and I replied with "Yes but if I find more of your easter eggs you're dead." Not too long after a notification  popped up with his responce: "Glad you're okay, sad that we didn't get a proper date, try again tomorrow?" I didn't feel like responding.
I sat down to process the things that happened. They know something that could provide me with answers amd solutions to my dreams and "flashbacks". Im just really confused and let my thoughts do whatever they want to eventually guide me into sleep. Also the regular restaurant noices had fade away.
The next thing I know is that I again am in that god damned dream. Wont it just cut it off, its always the same. Or so I thought. This time however I was in a chair, handcuffed and all. The guy who had pointed a gun at me in previous dreams was in the other chair in front of me. Once he notices that I am concious he stands up and starts talking in flemish. I'll translate the conversation for you.
"Name?" "Mickey Ghales" "I was informed you are Luna." "They are wrong." "He is never wrong." With that he starts walking around the room. "Take our side. We are victims of the lazy Germans, who 'just wanted to cross our borders for a shortcut' and without our permission let themselves in." I am fermilliar ofcourse with what happened in WWII but why would I pick a side. I decide to confront him by asking him why I had to pick a side since I'm dutch and for that neutral. "So is Belgium, but if Germany wants to invade us, they might want to invade your windmills too." Ouch, steriotypes dude stop that. I mean I'm not saying all flemish are stupid and inhale waffles am I? "I am most certain they wont do that this time." He looks at me like I'm insane. "Look, we need you on our side, we can't have germans ruin france via our country." I chuckle, no offence but my history teacher was verry anti-french and helped me realise that they are egoistic and weak p*ssies. Gosh I loved that man, he is so sarcastic. "Look man, I know that we both don't care about france and I'm sorry that Germany is invading your personal space but I can't do sh*t." At that I notice a little fast smirk at his face, next thing I know he leaves the room. "Do you mind getting me water!" I scream after him. No responce. My thoughts roam to why he would need me, a tall girl with spaghetti arms. Look bud I don't have any upper body strength at all and holding a weapon, as you might know, is not my favourite thing to do. I'm not that good with strategies and I'm quite average with my Iq. Sila however is strong, great thinker and has an Iq of 135. How the f*ck could I be useful in this situation?