Do you need a friend?

Jonathan didn't like school. If anything he hated it. He enjoyed the learning but the students…

He sighed and looked away as the group of kids laughed at him as he stumbled slightly.

With a heavy sigh he literally ran out of the school and began to walk down the streets but a van pulled up along side him.

Jonathan turned and raised an eyebrow at the van before opened the door and climbed in.

"Are you okay, Jonathan?"

Jonathan sighed and pushed some of his hair over his face. "I'm fine. Why did you pick me up?"

"I wanted to make sure you would be safe, Jonathan," his father turned to him and frowned. "What happened to your face?"

Jonathan sighed and turned away.

"Did they hit you Jonathan?"

"It's alright Dad. I'm fine."

Jonathan's father frowned and grabbed his son's arm, causing Jonathan to turn and look at him, reviling a huge bruise coming across his eye.

"What happened?"

"I fell, it's fine-."

"It's not fine, Jonathan!" his father held, making Jonathan flinch back and stare at him in fear.

His father sighed and took a deep breath before he turned back to him. "Jonathan, listen to me. We need to get formula ready, that way you won't be scared to stand up to them."

Jonathan sighed and turned away from him. "Dad… I… I'm not afraid of them I just don't-."

"We are all afraid, Jonathan. Every single one of us, we're all afraid."

"I'm not… I'm not even afraid like you Dad-."

"Jonathan!" his father snapped at him. "How many times have I told you, we need this cure. We can cure fear!"

Jonathan sighed and turned away once more. It was a waste of time trying to convince his father that he was right… that there was no use curing fear, human beings needed it.

Suddenly the van came to a stop.

Jonathan blinked in confusion before he looked up and saw the church and the grave yard, the very place his mother was buried.

"We needed to visit her," his father informed him as he got out of the van, carrying a bunch of flowers.

Jonathan sighed and got out too, following his father through the grave yard to his mother's tomb stone.

He stared at the writing and frowned, he missed his mother. He missed her terribly but his dad… he seemed to be obsessed with the fact he'd lost her. Sometimes Jonathan would hear his father muttering about his mother in his sleep.

He watched as his father placed the flowers on the grave before he placed a hand on his son's shoulders, rubbing it slightly.

"I'll go and light some candles for her, you need to go back to the van."

Jonathan nodded and watched as his father walked away before he looked back at the grave and shook his head.

If only his mum hadn't died… his father might not be even thinking about this plan. This insane plan.

Jonathan turned and began to walk towards the van when he noticed something on the floor… something that shouldn't be there.

He knelt down and examined it closely.

It looked like blood… but it was black.. extremely dark black.

He looked across the gravel floor to see more little droplets leading away towards the more shady part of the grave yard.

Jonathan followed the trail, careful not to step on any of the graves that littered his way.

He paused and looked to see the blood trail disappeared behind a tree.

He slowly walked up to it, placing his hand on the tree trunk to give him balance as he peered around the it and saw a small form curled up on the floor, they looked to be sobbing, the hood of their black coat shifted slightly as they continued to cry.

Jonathan could tell it was a little girl from the crying… but she might be hurt and why was she wearing so many layers when it was spring? It wasn't that cold.

He knelt down and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

No sooner had he done that when the little girl span around and stared at him with wide eyes… wide mismatched eyes.

Jonathan felt his mouth open in shock.

One eye was green the other was purple and as if that wasn't enough, the pupils were white and the part around iris was black.

She opened her mouth slightly and Jonathan could see some of her teeth were pointed, but her lip was bleeding black blood and then… she had grey skin. Jonathan watched as her hood slipped down and reviled long orange hair with black streaks running through it. She looked to only be six or seven years old and she looked petrified of him.

He watched as she quickly pulled her hood up again to hide herself and then he realised she was wearing gloves… it was like she was trying to cover up her grey skin.

He looked down at her clothes and saw a few black stains on her top, which he could only assume was her blood seeping through.

Jonathan slowly moved forward but the girl scuttled back and stared at him in fear.

"It's okay," Jonathan assured as he held his hands up to show he meant no harm. "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you… I'm going to help you."

She still looked scared of him, her eyes were wide and unblinking as little tears creeped out of them and flowed down her cheeks.

"Do you have a name?" he questioned.

He barley saw the nod she answered him with it was so small.

Jonathan smiled at her. "What's your name? My name's Jonathan."

She blinked before looking away.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me," Jonathan assured her as he held his hand out to her. "I just want to help you, okay?"

She looked up at him blinking in confusion before she cautiously took his hand and Jonathan smiled pulling to her feet, only to have her fall against his legs.

Jonathan frowned and quickly picked her up.

He felt the girl tense as he held her and walked over to his father's van.

Once he was inside he sat the girl down on his knee and looked her over.

She did look a mess, black blood was still trickling down her mouth and it seemed the cuts on her body were still bleeding. Then there was her hair which was all knotted and raggedy and tears still ran down her face.

Jonathan gently wiped the tears away and smiled at her kindly. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I'm going to take you to the hospital so you can get properly looked at."

She nodded slowly before flinching at the sound of the van door opening.

Jonathan watched as his father got in and fastend his seat belt, before he started the engine.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Jonathan?"

"We need to go to the hospital."

Jonathan's father turned to him with a worried expression. "Why are you hurt?"

"Not me," Jonathan whispered before he showed Luna sitting on his lap. "She's hurt dad, really hurt. We need to get her to the hospital."

Jonathan's father stared at the young girl who was sitting on his son's lap, she suddenly shuffled away from Jonathan's dad and looked up at Jonathan with worry.

"It's alright," Jonathan assured. "Now.. are you going to tell me your name?"

She blinked at him before looking away and frowning at the floor.

"Do you have a name?" Jonathan questioned.

She nodded.

"Can you speak?" Jonathan's father suddenly asked.

The girl looked a little startled at his sudden voice, but she nodded all the same.

"You can speak," Jonathan informed her. "We're not going to hurt you…"

She was staring at him with wide eyes, they looked like they were asking a hundred questions all at once before she turned away and opened her mouth to speak. "I… I…"

"Yes?"

"I don't feel very well," she whispered as she clutched her stomach.

"Dad, we need to get her to the hospital, now."

His dad was already driving through the streets.

Jonathan hadn't been paying attention to the girl but she suddenly snuggled up against him.

Jonathan blinked in confusion before he smiled and gently pulled her hood down, making the girl look up at him and blink before she let a small smile cross her face when she saw he wasn't afraid of her or how she looked.

He didn't hate her.

"Luna," she whispered.

Jonathan blinked before he looked down at her. "Pardon?"

"Luna…" she whispered again. "My name is Luna… Luna Fright."

Jonathan smiled at her. "Luna… it's a very pretty name… for a very pretty girl."

Luna giggled softly before she curled up in his lap and layer her head against his chest.

"Luna?"

"Yes, Jonnythan?"

"Do you need a friend?"

Luna blinked before she nodded slowly and snuggled up to him once again. "Yes… yes I do…"

"I need a friend too," he whispered back to her, making sure his father didn't hear so he wouldn't get worried about the fact his son didn't have any friends.

"You do?"

"Yes, I do…" he looked down at her and smiled. "Do you want to be my friend?" he whispered.

Luna smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, Jonnythan, yes I would… can be your friend?"

"Yes Luna, of course you can," Jonathan smiled as he wrapped his arms around her as his father pulled up to the hospital.

Jonathan got out and carried Luna before he and his father rushed into the hospital, his father ran to the reception desk while Jonathan ran up the corridor to look for a Doctor, all the while carrying Luna.

"Jonathan!"

Jonathan turned and ran back to his dad who was beckoning him.

"There's a Doctor this way, come on."

They quickly began to walk down the corridor towards the Doctor, Jonathan looked down at Luna who was still snuggled against him.

She looked up at him and he saw the fear in her eyes, but Jonathan smiled back and told her she was going to be fine.

"You can be my best friend Luna," Jonathan whispered as he carried her. "My very best friend."

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Note: So guys... what do you think? :) You like it? I hope you do and this one may take longer to update then my Sphinx one, but once I finished Sphinx I can assure you... this will be updated regular! :D