Intangible

Demons. What makes something fully demon? No heart? Sent to Earth from Hell? Instead of listening to the hour lecture about plants, Luna debated with herself in silence. Her palms started to sweat and her heart started to race. Every thought drawing her away from reality. The thought of the rough, peeling skin coming in contact with her smooth, moisturized skin, made her entire body chill with pain. The deeper in thought, the more in contact she was with it. Everything heated up and when she couldn't take it no more, the darkness over took her. Luna's unconscious body hit the floor and several class mates came running to her aid.