Prologue
'I told you to run!' he screamed. His face was full of pain. Angry.
I hadn't seen that ever. He always looked so calm, happy.
But we weren't ever been in this situation, so maybe that's why I've never seen it before.
I tried to sound full of confidence, tried to act like we were gonna make it together.
'If i did, you would have been dead by now!' I failed. My voice was full of pain. Sadness.
The tears streamed slowly out of my eyes. I had never felt so much pain before.
I tried to think of a way out, even i knew there was nothing I could do about it.
I've lost so many people. I couldn't lose him too. He is the only one I've left.
And I'm gonna do everything to save him.
Chapter 1
I tried to look normal; as always. But this day was different.
I felt like there was going to happen something. Something good, something bad, i didn't know.
I had absolutely no idea. There was nothing I could do to figure it out.
I just had to sit down and wait for it to come. Because it was time for school.
I walked to the classroom, and was going to sit down on my standard chair. I always sit there alone.
But today that was not true. Someone was sitting at my table. Next to my chair.
I slowly walked to my table. I looked interrogative. I'd put my bag on the ground, and packed my stuff.
Slowly i sat down. 'Hi,' he said. 'Uhm, hi,' was my answer. I didn't know how to act.
He was incredibly handsome. He has beautiful eyes, and a little cute nose, I couldn't stop to look.
'Everybody quiet!' the teacher screamed. Nobody was listening, and everyone continued talking.
Two boys were running through the class with a baseball. It was too crazy. The boys ignored her totally.
'I said, everybody quiet!' she was stressed. She always was calm, and chilled out, but not today.
'Finally, you guys are really annoying today.' she said while she sighed.
'Today i am going to teach you about World War 2.' The boys were very enthusiastic.
They like to fight and stuff. Very annoying. 'What's your name?' he wrote on his paper.
'Luna.' i wrote. 'You?' 'Lucas.'He smiled.
I didn't know what I could write, so I just waited for an opportunity to look him. When I was sure he was staring at the teacher, I saw him, better this time.
His hair was black, with some parts when it seemed clearer. But it was so dark that it made me feel I was in the darkest night of my life. It was awesome. His skin was totally white. I've never seen a person as pale as Lucas was.
But I continued to watch him because of his eyes. It was mesmerizing and, in the other hand, scaring.
His eyes were brown, but it was like if there were a light inside, what made the eyes look more as a very dark golden. Surely Lucas was carrying eye contacts. But it doesn't explain that little part, in the lowest part of the eye, which was totally read. An intense red, such if there was blood inside of their eyes. Sure! It seemed exactly as blood which was there, as a part of his eye. It was only a line really little, but it was there. Even though I guess I couldn't see that red line in his eyes if I was further. The boy who was on the desk ahead ours can't see it, I was sure.
I stared anywhere else, checking if I was crazy, but everything was normal; as always. Then I tried to forget that guy.
But he took our paper and he wrote, so slowly, such if his hand didn't want to write whatever he was writing. He finally left the paper in our desk and I checked it.
First of all, he had written that, even though then he decided to delete it: 'Would you like to come…'
Then, he wrote 'Never mind'.
I stared at him again, and his hand stand his face, like trying to hide of something.
'I've never seen you at school. Exactly, I've never seen you in town. Are you new?' I wrote. I put a smile in the end of the phrase.
I left the paper close of his arm to make him sure that he noticed about my movement. He suddenly took the paper, again smiling. Their teeth were flawless, and his mouth so perfect as well.
While he read what I wrote, I couldn't help opening my mouth. Oh, lord, Lucas was so handsome!
His jaw deleted his smile for a while, and he was suddenly worried. But he handled himself and smiled again. He wrote a reply with the pencil.
'Yes.. I'
he dropped his pen. He didn't complete his sentence. As soon as I could ask what was wrong, the bell ringed.
He grabbed his books and his pen and he walked away. So fast. Did I do something wrong?
I stood up, still dumbfounded. I'd put my stuff in my bag, and moved my chair to the table.
I didn't know how to act again. The questions haunted through my head.
Does he think I'm stupid? What is he hiding?
All those questions, I'd wish I had an answer to that. But i was right that there was going to happen something today.
I didn't knew if it was gonna be good or bad. And actually.. i still don't.
The next hour I had art class. I've always loved that.
I could put all my emotions in my work. It gave my good things.
Like that time i had a fight with a guy. He wanted to touch me, and i slapped him in the face.
I couldn't help it. I had to go to the headmaster, and i had detention for two days.
It sucked. But i didn't regret about it at all. He deserved it.
So the day after that i had art class, and then i made a drawing of two planets that were different.
Just like boys and girls are different. Like women and men. The teacher totally loved it.
I had an A for it. I wished i could go home, and show it to my parents.
See happy faces. See that someone was proud at me. But sadly, that was not the reality.
My parents are dead. Murdered.
And didn't know what happened with them. I remember that day perfectly; sometimes that memory attacks my mind so fast that I can't help deleting it. When I notice that moment, that piece of day which marked my life forever, is in mind already and I can't handle it; it can do whatever it wants with me. And what that memory does with me is always the same. It kills me somehow, mentally.
I won a contest. It was about draw something, the only thing it had to express was some feeling. I decided to express love, what a person feels when falls in love. I still can't understand why I won –there were others better, sure-, but I did. And the award was a trip to Australia. My parents were always planning go to Australia, it was like their dream since they were born. So I was so happy to make their dream real! I arrived at home, jumping, dancing, singing. I opened the door, and I screamed 'I have a surprise'.
And they were there. Well, their bodies were there. On the ground, without life. Dead.
There was a man next to my parents. A man tall, strong and young. I couldn't see his face, he was turned to the other direction. But I could feel how he tried to don't breathe when I came in the room. He didn't move, he only moved his face to see my parents, but I couldn't see even the middle of his face anyway. I saw his lips full of blood. His hair was so dark, it wasn't a normal kind of black; it was darker. It was impossible to describe, unique.
I wasn't afraid of that man. I felt very secure with his presence, such if he was something important to me. I knew –and I know- he killed my parents. My own family, but I couldn't feel afraid. I said to myself you have to hate him, you have to. He killed your parents! My heart even said I must hate him too, but something bigger and stronger, my soul, said I didn't have to. I couldn't.
He stayed there for a while, I literally couldn't move by myself. Minutes passed, and I just could watch him, and he to my parents dead. Suddenly, he said with a flawless voice and in a sweet way, even if it denoted much pain.
"If you live forever, what do you live for?".
I didn't answer, that quote made me think a lot, but I was still flipped and lost with all this. He suddenly moved too fast for my eyes. I couldn't get seeing him leave. I just knew he was there, and suddenly he wasn't.
That guy made me feel something strange, weird. Something stronger than I tried to represent in my drawing. It wasn't love –it's not-. I didn't know who he was, I didn't know anything about him.
But somehow, I was connected with that man. Somehow.
Somehow.
I didn't want to think about it anymore. But it was planted in my brain forever.
I was never going to let it go, i thought. I still wanted to find out who that man was. But how?
I hadn't got much friends to talk to. Well actually, i had none.
Since my parents died i have always been kind of an alone.
I only talked if i had to, when someone asked me something, a teacher or something.
And i am definiletly not busy with boys. Boys are stupid. They always cheat, or hurt you.
But I have enough boys who want me. I definiletly inherited my looks from my mom.
She was stunning. Absolutely beautiful. Every guy dreamed about her.
Wanted to get a glimp of her. But she never wanted any of them. Only my dad.
He was her first and last love. Very sad. I inherited my shyness and embarrassment from my dad.
He was very awkward. That was the reason my mom fell in love with him.
It was love at the first sight. So romantic. The tears streamed out of my eyes.
This had to stop. I didn't want those happy flashbacks from the past. Stop crying! i whispered in myself. Stop it!
'What's wrong?' the teacher asked panicked. I forgot that i was in class. Damn it.
Currently I woke up. I opened my eyes- not that they weren't opened, but i was back in reality.
'Nothing. Really, it's nothing.' i answered when i wiped my tears away. The whole class was quiet. For the first time.
An everybody was looking at me. I was so embarrassed. I just wanted to disappear.
How am i going to escape this situation?I said in myself.
'Can i go to the bathroom, Miss Blueberry?' i asked. 'Of course, you can go.' she answered.
Everyone was still looking at me. I wanted to walk to the door slowly, but that was impossible.
I felt like i was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares. I couldn't come away without awkwardness.
I ran to the door, and threw the door tight. Awkward. How could i be so incredibly stupid?
Crying in front of the whole class? Stupid dumbass.I said in myself.
I walked to the toilet. Putted my bag on the floor and looked in the mirror.
Terrible.My eyes were red because of the tears.
When i saw my eyes that red i started to think about Lucas.
Weird Lucas. Handsome Lucas. Beautiful- eyed Lucas.
That made me cry harder. Why wasn't this world so normal? Why it played with us, humans, with all mysteries it has got?. I made the water of the tap run off just to create noise, but I decided to don't cry anyway. Though it wasn't easy; tears ignore me.
And I was there, thinking on Lucas' mystery, when I suddenly heard my name.
"Luna…" A voice from behind me –which I recognized immediately.
I stared at a dark shadow in the mirror and I understood it was Lucas.
"You… "I doubted for a while. "What the heck are you doing in this bathroom? It's women's"
I didn't know what to say, but I had to say something. I detested myself while I said that stupid phrase. I really couldn't say something worse.
"Hmmm" He was confused. "I heard you crying".
My cheeks were all about red –though I was looking at him, still from the mirror, I knew they were -, which doesn't help when you're very shy. I tried to find an excuse as soon as it was possible.
"I… It's just… No. It doesn't… I mean". Seemed such if I couldn't say anything.
He walked a little step forward. Dude was clearly expressed in his face.
He moved again, closer of me. But I couldn't see the red line in his eyes yet. He stared at me so worried! Lucas moved his lips, denoting disagreement. I started to feel mesmerized in that moment. He was too handsome.
"I'm not totally sure" He spoke slowly, like if he was checking if I was really able to understand him. "You don't seem very healthy. Are you all right, Luna?"
He walked across the room while he spoke, and I could watch the red line again. His smell reached my body. That made me feel totally clueless; his sweet and delicious smell.
"If you feel bad, you can trust me". He whispered. When he finished speaking, his face was automatically disturbed again. Like if what he said was a lie.
"Should I?" I don't know why I said that. It seems such if when I was close of Lucas, something inside me made me say what I'm thinking, even if it wasn't always the best idea.
Lucas sigh, and he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. I sigh too, and when I did that, he suddenly moved back. I thought it was because of my breath.
"Actually I don't know why I am here" he said.
I didn't say anything, and I waited for him to speak again. I was sure he had something to say.
"I can't be here!" he almost screamed. I was lost again. I hated that feeling.
"Calm down, Lucas. What's going on? We can talk out, if the problem is the room".
"Best if I let you go. You're losing your class" he replied.
"I don't feel ready yet".
"What are you waiting for?" He smiled again. I didn't know why he changed his mood so much and fast. It was crazy.
I felt much better, but that question overthrow everything again. My tears ran from my skin. I hide my face with my arms. This time I cried out loud; I couldn't help that. I knew Lucas was there, in the bathroom because of me, he was waiting for me to say something. But it didn't help.
"Luna!" he whispered, trying to keep calm. "Please, calm down yourself now " I could hear his laugh now. What was the point? "Luna" he called me again, now worried. "Luna, I can't be closer of you. This is the limit. Please, stop" he asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about" I got say between tears and stuff.
"That's quiet cool".
I didn't realize he had moved again. I noticed it because I could feel a magnetic energy so close of me, calling my skin to meet each other. It was him, almost touching me. All myself calmed down immediately, though I was so confused and nervous for his closeness. My tears stopped and I stared at his face –he was taller than I thought.
He touched my arm with his finger, trying to do it as slow as he was able. His face was closer of my face, and his eyes stared at mines so intense. I could see the red line, but I'd swear it had grown up. And a lot. It was bigger, almost reaching his pupil. That intense red was watching my face. It was Lucas. He opened his mouth and moved a little his head. Did he want to kiss my neck?
I wasn't sure of what was Lucas doing. I wasn't sure of anything at all.
I heard steps close from the hall. Lucas heard them too. And he said:
"Damn it!" he whispered. He moved back too fast to be real. He was close of the door now. "I almost did it! Damn it!" he was talking alone, looking at the ground. He stared at me then, like remembering my existence "Luna, you don't know how sorry I am. You have to thank the person who is in the hall! Oh, my lord. I'm very sorry. I promise…" he moved unto me again. Holding my arm so strong. "I swear you won't see me anymore. Ever!" And, suddenly, he wasn't there. I could hear a 'I am sorry', but his body left the bathroom further than his voice.
The teacher came in the bath. She stared at me through her glasses. When she saw my panic face, she said, so worried:
"Oh, sweetie. Are you all right? Ms. Fanning"
"Totally" My voice denoted nothing.
"I heard voices, were you talking to anyone?"
"Well" I sighed, while I walked across the room to go out. I felt so bad, but I couldn't stand there anymore. I just could think on Lucas, but I couldn't find any sense of our chat. His smell was still with me. And his mood, what was that? What did he try to do? "That question is harder to answer than you can even imagine".