CH.1 Rubbish
Luna gazed out the orphanage window. It was still raining. The streets gleamed in the twilight and the cars zoomed by, splashing water on her window.
"I hate London!" Luna screamed, kicking a shirt onto the floor that had been mailed back to her, with a CD. The shirt was black and had a picture a young blonde American boy by the name of, Jesse McCartney. She had loaned it to a girl whose clothes had been torn up in an 'accident'. Luna sat back on her cold bed and picked up the CD. It had pictures of the four people she admired most: 2D, Noodle, Russel Hobbs, and Murdoc J. Niccals. She had met them four months prior to her current state. The CD cover was black and read 'Gorillaz' on the top and 'Demon Days' on the bottom. "I hate London," she whispered again, falling on her bed. The room was lit by a radio and a candle. Luna stretched her hand out and turned on the radio.
"Now, from their newest album, Demon Days," the announcer said and Luna shot up. "For the first time on the radio" Luna crawled toward the radio to listen, "Gorillaz and De La Soul,"
"Holy crap!" Luna screamed. "c'mon, what the bloody hell is it?" she started to shake the radio.
"Feel Good Inc." instantly the music from four months ago was playing on the radio. Luna felt happy and relaxed her grip. She hadn't cracked the tape on the album yet, or even read the song titles, so she didn't know that this was a song on the CD; she only stared at the pictures on the cover. Noodle had healed quite nicely and 2D looked even more depressed than when he was there. There. Where was 'there'? Her home was 'there'. Her life was 'there'. Luna had lived 'there' when her parents died in the fire. Feel Good Inc. tower was there. When she was 'there' she went into a depression, but started wrist slitting when she was taken from Feel Good Inc. by social workers. The day that she had started her depression was the day when she saw a suicide.
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Luna heard a loud banging from a room down the hall. It wasn't like what she usually heard, the guests, but it was the sound she remembered from a month ago when someone pulled a window latch by mistake. She put down her issue of Dazed and Confused, and left her room. The sound got louder as she neared the end of the corridor. She looked in a room that had its door opened and saw Paula. She was looking out her glassless window. Then she started leaning.
"Paula" Luna said cautiously nearing the window. Paula wilted out and Luna ran to grab her shirt or something to bring Paula back in. but by the time she made it there, Paula had fallen out. Luna watched, paralyzed, as Paula's body fell through the grey clouds. Luna shrunk down and cried, she didn't know this person, but still, she had never seen a death before.
XX END XX
The walls were white in Luna's room, and she had posters of various punk bands covering the walls. The song sounded so much better than when they sang it at the INC. Luna sighed and looked at her wrists. There were scabs all over them, and faded bruises. She pulled her sweater down to cover the marks. She flopped back on the bed and stared out the window. It was darker, but still raining.
"I hate London" she whispered again. The song ended and Luna closed her eyes. "I hate London." She fell asleep. An hour later she woke up to a knock on the door. It was Ms. Hedley, the nun who ran the orphanage.
"Someone wants to see you Luna."
A/N: HA HA HA! This is the 'long awaited' sequel to El Mañana! I don't really like my title…it gives away too much...any title ideas, do be sure to leave it in your review. FYI! This story is going from the present to past...present being four months after….yeah we all know….and past being two months…yes Noodle heal quickly and is…okay…you could say….REVIEW! Arigotou! (Bows and sits on floor eating chow-mein!) oh, and sorry that it is short! SORRY! (bows head in apology)
