Escape {L.H}

Chapter 1

Everyone saw her pale blue hair bobbing its way through the crowd. Stopping briefly then bouncing on. She raised the red solo cup in her hand every so often, cheering on her friends. Everyone at the enormous party was drunk off their asses.

But somehow through my hazy view and muddled thoughts, I found her; I always find her. She's always there and I can never stop thinking about her. I know she probably has no clue who I am, but everyone knows who she is. And not in a good way.

Luna was that girl that every high school had. The girl who always got wasted at EVERY party, and slept around with EVERY guy in sight. She was labeled as fun, crazy, a party animal, an addict to everything related to drugs, sex and alcohol and most commonly said: easy.

But I know she is more than that. She is a truly a mystery to everyone. They think they know the real her, but I don't buy into the façade she puts on.

She slowly disappears from my view and I can't help but think about her. She is constantly on my mind even when she is gone.

Luna's POV

This party is shit. Just like every party I go to. Loud ass music, sleazy ass guys, and lame ass booze. Sense a theme? It's all nothing. It's always nothing. I'm nothing.

I come to these parties to escape. Some people read books, but I drink booze. Lots of it. I squeeze my way through the crowd, stopping every so often to talk with 'friends'. I don't care for them, but they're better than being alone sometimes. I make it to the kitchen and refill my bright red cup with an unknown liquid. I honestly don't care what it is. All I care about is forgetting.

I walk back into the crowd in the direction of the bathroom. As I stumble through, the alcohol starting to take effect, a tall guy steps backwards into me. My drink splashes onto my tight black shirt.

"Dammit!" I mumble.

"Sorry babe," the guy smirks when he turns and sees me. "How about you take off your shirt to wash off the vodka?"

"In your fucking dreams," I stumble towards the small bathroom and slam the door. I see a couple making out on the toilet seat. "Get the fuck out," I yell at them. This is my house. I make the rules.

Alarmed, the drunk couple stumbles out the door and I slam it shut behind them. I lock it and turn to face the mirror. My sparkly black eyeliner is smudged around my grey eyes. My teased pale blue hair is out of control. And my shirt is stained with vodka and whatever else was mixed in. Fuck. I look like even more of a whore than I already am.

I look through the cabinet and find a pair of eyebrow scissors. I take off my shirt and trim it to get rid of the stain. I'm left with a tight revealing half shirt. I honestly hated this shirt, and being as drunk as I am, the best idea I had was to cut it.

I slip it back on and find that it shows my entire stomach. My cute anchor belly button peircing sways back and forth, its movement now not obstructed by my tight shirt.

I quickly mess with my hair and head out into the chaos. I look around the party to find everyone drunk off their asses and dancing wildly. Part of me wants to join them, but another part of me just wants to be alone.

I shove my way through the crowd and make my way up the stairs towards my room. I open the door and am pleasantly surprised to find a half naked couple on my bed. As I open the door, the girl squeals and the guy yells at me "Get out of here, bitch!"

"Make me! This is my fucking house! This is my fucking room! Go at it somewhere else!"

The guy takes one look at my face red with anger, then pulls his pants back on before heading for the door. The girl puts back on her shirt reluctantly and follows him out.

I slam the door and lock it. I've been locking so many doors tonight. Shutting people out. Keeping them out. Isn't that what I normally do? I guess I should be used to it.

I walk to my dresser and open the bottom drawer. My stash. I find what I'm looking for. I head to my balcony and slump down in one of the chairs. I light the blunt and take a drag.

I search for an escape but can't seem to find it. No matter how hard I try. The drugs or alcohol never get me to the point of forgetting, of getting lost in the moment.

I take a final drag before curling into the balcony chair. My hands feel around for the blanket I keep on the balcony, and I smile sleepily when I find it. I pull it close and curl into it.

This state of being drunk, having a slight high, and being tired overwhelm me. I drown out the blasting party music and the shouts of drunk people and close my eyes. I feel the world slip away, and I hope to stay in this state of serenity.

***

Suddenly I am jolted awake by footsteps on the balcony. I see a boy about 6 feet tall with blonde hair and bright blue eyes staring at me sheepishly. He messed with his lip ring with his tongue as he shifted from foot to foot. "Sorry to disturb you," I hear an accent coo, "I was about to get my ass handed to me down there, and I had to find somewhere to hide. Mind if I hide here with you?"

"I'm not hiding," I say groggily.

"Then why are you up here alone and not down at the party?"

"I'm trying to escape."

"Isn't that the same as hiding?"

"No. You hide if you want to be found. You escape if you want to be whisked away forever in hopes of being forgotten."

"So poetic," he says sarcastically before laughing.

"I shouldn't even waste my words on you. You're drunk," I roll my eyes.

"But darling, we're all drunk. Even when we're not drinking alcohol, we're drunk on something. Drunk on love, ideas, fantasies. It's impossible to talk to someone who's not drunk on something," he whispers.

"We'll look who's the poet now," I laugh softly. He joins in my laughter. "So do you have a name? Or are you a poet who likes to remain nameless?"

"The name is Frost, Robert Frost," he holds out his hands as he smirks.

"Pleasure to meet you Frost," I grab his hand and shake it, "I'm Dickinson, Emily Dickinson."

"And what is your real name Ms. Dickinson?"

"Well Mr. Frost, my name actually Luna. Luna Evans.And do you have a name Mr. Frost?"

"I knew who you were darling. And I'm Luke. Luke Hemmings."

"Well it is a pleasure to officially meet you Luna."

Hi everyone! So this is my third fanfic that's in the making! I am really excited about this one and I hope you are too! Please like and comment what you think! This one is a lot darker than my other stories so I want to know how I'm doing. Also, I pictured Luna as Sky Ferreira, and I added a pic of her at the beginning of this chapter. Thanks for reading!
~Delaney xx