The Last Luna

11

Mr. Arthur didn't give Dylan and I the chance to talk yesterday. He kept asking questions about school and why Dylan didn't want him to come and pick us up.
Most times Mr. Arthur over thinks but that's cool. He never fails to show how much he cares.

"Tch.", I hissed, struggling to inhale the next breath. Waking up with pains was normal now. I never go to bed, I pass out.
The mad man can't learn to give me a break.

"Shit.", I swore, glancing at the clock then standing up immediately and stretching, enjoying the sounds of my cracking bones and letting out a loud sigh as soon as I was satisfied.

"I'm late.", I said, rushing to clean up the mess my dad made last night and then to the bathroom.

I had to have a long bath though if not I wouldn't be able to wash of the dried blood on my hair. I always feel disgusting everytime I wake up but I could get used to it.

After I had made breakfast, I rushed out. I didn't want to keep Dylan and Mr. Arthur waiting.

I let out a sigh when I got to their front door, pushing the door bell as soon as I could.
I stood there for minutes, waiting for a reply but nothing came. I was beginning to think they had left without me. Just to make sure, I pushed the door bell again and this time I got a response.

The door swung open quickly, you could tell the person behind it was pissed. I gulped, taking a step back when I saw Dylan standing in front of me, with his hair rough and tired, swollen eyes. "Get out.", he spat at me as soon as he saw me. Giving me the irritated look he usually gave when I was still six.

"Are you o-", he didn't give me a chance to talk.
"Just get out. Don't make me repeat myself. I swear you wouldn't like it.", he said, his tone added to the threat. I could tell he wasn't bluffing.

I took a slow step back but couldn't make myself leave. I was thinking a lot.
The look on his face had me worried but that wasn't all. Part of me felt that I was the cause of this but I couldn't think if a thing I had done wrong.
I couldn't think of anything he could find out about me to get him to suddenly act like he hates me.

"Dylan-"
"Don't call my name Avery! Get out! Are you deaf?!", he yelled, taking a step forward. I took a step back without even realizing. "Just leave.", he said, calmly this time. The anger in his eyes had turned depressed but that didn't help my mental health. I was panicking, frozen on the spot. I wanted to move but couldn't. I needed to know what I did wrong and clear it first. I didn't want Dylan mad at me. He's the only person along with Mr. Arthur, that keeps me going. I don't want to loose a reason to live. I have too little.

He sighed, rolling his eyes then stepping back into his house.
"What-", I finally found my tongue and was able to utter a word again, but before I could, he was gone. He slammed the door at door at my face, leaving me shattered behind it.

He's done this a million times in the past but this time, it hurt. It hurt so much.
"What did I do wrong?", my voice cracked at the end of the question while I struggled to hold back my tears, folding my hand into a fist and digging my nails into my skin to calm myself down. "What'd crying do?", I asked myself, rolling my eyes still attempting to hold back my tears then finally leaving.

By the time I got to school, my emotions were completely masked, no one could tell I was hurting. Ha, no one could ever read me so what's the difference.

I did act different though, I'd say nothing of people accidentally bumped into me or stare. I had to tolerate. Yelling or talking could make me break down and I didn't need that.
I head straight to my class then to my desk, letting out a shaky sigh immediately.

"Avery.", I remained in my position when I heard Alvin call out my name. I didn't even notice he was in class earlier.

"What do you want?", my tone wasn't rude. It wasn't too nice either. Talking was a struggle so I couldn't sound exactly how I wanted to.