Psychosis.

Chapter 18

Luna's POV, 12:00 p.m.

I called to Finn shortly after he started falling behind, what was with him? Something isn't right.

"Finn?" I called, but he didn't answer me.

"Finn!?" I called again, still nothing.

I look back and realize he's been about ten feet away from me this whole time.

I ran over to him,

I look at him, he's in a daze. Tears are running down his face.

I can't help but wonder why he is doing all of this.

"FINN!?!?" I call alot louder,

He snapped out of it and stared me dead in the face.

"Oh-s-sorry L-Luna" he stammered over his own words.

"You alright, lost ya for a second there." I asked him questionably.

"Yeah, just- never mind that. Let's try and find them." He tells me.

"No. Stop shutting me out, Finn. I'm done with you doing that." I answer abruptly.

He sighs a sigh of annoyance at first, but soon enough he fesses up.

"I'm seeing things again, terrible things. Things I'd rather not talk about." He looks at me apologetically, he wants to tell me, I know it.

But something is holding him back fromdoing so, he must have seen something horrific.

I decided that I wouldn't push the issue further than I need to.

"Okay. I understand."

"Thank you, Luna." He bypassed me and started walking stealthy through the corridor, I followed close behind.

The air soon started to smell like something burning, like meat burning. Like a barbecue.

It wasn't a horrible smell admittedly, but it was certainly a weird one.

We were easing our way down the halls as I wonder if he smells it too, he has to. It's such a strong, distinct smell

You could probably smell it from the second floor.

"Hey, do you smell that?" I question,

"Smell what?"

I was gonna tell him,

"Oh, n-nothing. Never mind." But I decided against it.

He's already got enough on his mind.

My tattoo started to burn the more the air got to it. I touch it.

I feel where Finn scratched me, it's bleeding now.

I mean it was before, but now it's dripping.

I catch some blood on my index finger, and look at it.

It occurs to me just how fragile we are as human beings, anything can hurt us.

Even the smallest, most insignificant thing of them all.

Because we are also insignificant. Tiny little specks of dust compared to the world around us.

It's crazy, but it's reality.

"Finn?" I call for his attention,

"What?" He answers but doesn't stop walking or even look back.

"Why were you so willing to leave without them but not me?"

The words shot out of me like lasers, I didn't expect them.

I can't believe I asked them, but some part of me is glad I did.

"Does it matter?" He says, voice flat.

"Yes, actually. I want to know."

He stopped dead in his tracks,

Turned to face me at an agonizingly slow pace.

His expression unreadable,

He takes a step closer,

"Be-because...." he stammered again.

He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply,

His eyes opened as he exhaled.

"Because I don't feel the same way about them that I do with you."

"And just how do you feel?"

I don't know where this side of me has been all my life, I swear.

He inched closer, softly gripping the side of my head.

The way he looked at me was unexplainable to say the very least.

He connected my forehead to his, only deepening the gaze we shared.

Then he kissed me.

I felt a sharp pain shoot through my body, almost as if I had been zapped.

I yelped in pain,

"Luna? What's wrong? You okay?" Finn continued with his series of questions.

"I'M FINE." I say sternly.

"Let's just go." He said, I agreed.