~Readers! I've missed you! I've had this chapter on my computer for almost 2 years now and something compelled me to upload it just now. Much has changed since I last left off with this story but im curious what ill be able to conjure up next…Moving forward i'll also be uploading some poems to my account. They're incredibly personal and written only in the thick of it but im practicing putting myself out there more as a writer so comments and suggestions would be AMAZING. I appreciate every single one of you who take the time to read what i have to say, I hope you'll stick around and write a review if you feel compelled. They truly make my world go 'roud. Thank you guys 3 —LA ~
"I suppose I should dismiss your outburst on account of ignorance. Well Luna I have no doubt that you're thoroughly confused but it's just as I insinuated earlier: You were merely raised to believe you're a human." Beerus stated, eyeing me cold, arms linked behind him.
His words echoed in my mind for moment. What a concept to grasp…how could I not be human though? I felt human, I looked human, no one could tell any different before. Before answering I took a second to glance down at myself as if I'd suddenly noticed something particular that would correlate with his words.
"How?" Was all I could muster. Goku's grasp on my shoulder tightened slightly, aiding to my now composed state. I noticed a tiny vein beginning to pulsate on Beerus' forehead.
"Well that would be a rather long explanation attached to some history I've long forgotten…and like I said your arrival with Goku came unannounced…plus I am a bit hungry." The deity said, he didn't seem willing at all to answer the questions that began erupting from within her.
"Ah come on Lord Beerus! I'm interested in finding out about Luna too! How often do we encounter other Saiyans anyway? You can't just leave us wondering like this! Why do you think I had to come as soon as I realized?" Goku outbursted, releasing his grasp to beg to Beers, leaving me helpless with my thoughts once again.
"I'm actually curious to why you responded the way you did Goku to this realization, as you called it. How did this come about anyway?" Whis added in with a hinted smiled on his face. My racing heart was practically bulging out of my chest at this point. Why WAS Goku so eager for answers? Maybe even more eager than I was? To be honest though I might've been looming in denial…
Goku was on his feet again, facing the beings so I couldn't have a good look at his expression. His right hand rose to his chest…
"I could feel it. I could sense it in her power level from the moment I met here that she wasn't an ordinary human." He confessed solemnly. This was all news to me. Why was this my first time hearing this? At any rate I was petrified, my body became solid and cold. I was suddenly becoming ultra aware of my surroundings and current situation. I cursed myself for the attack I could feel upon me. But was this not fitting? How else could I accept this news? I don't even know what's fucking real anymore. What do I believe in? Who am I even? What am I going to do…what's going to happen…
The spasms came first. The familiarity of being unable to control my nerves and finger tips was settling in. Vault-tight knots formed from my neck and down my spine, locking me in place. Something was different however…I couldn't find the word for it. I was losing control to say the least. I was spiraling down the anxiety black hole, there was no stopping me. I'm not strong enough for this. I'm too weak…I'm not enough…just let go…
My vision was nearly gone, only flash of colors and shapes were visible. At this point my grasp on reality was faint, i knew better than to believe what I saw but it looked as if Goku was being held by Beerus. I could only see his upper body thrashing furiously…i hadn't a clue what to make of it. The figures before me began to pan out of my sight, the only color i could see was a dark green. This was the typical course of only my most severe panic attacks, I no longer had any control of my body and all I could do was sit backseat to my mental illness. How much time had gone by? Time didn't exist in this realm…Now there was only black. I was in tune with merely one sense, my hearing. Only the bass of my heartbeat echoed between my ears. I had minimal awareness of the wind that whipped the hair around my face.
And with the flash of light i was somewhere new….a familiar place….yes….i remember this. This bathroom, it belonged to Damien's grandma. It's as if I was transported back in time, possible 5 years ago….what had brought me back to this moment. …my naked body was curled up on the floor….i felt numb…wow i remember this….this use to be one of my worst memories of my pain attacks, and that was only because there were worse ones that came after…much worse. but this might have been where the intensity began…when I started to decay inside. I heard Damien's muffled cries from behind the door. We had just finished having sex and something possessed me to look at his phone, something I didn't feel the need to do at the time but for some reason…I did. And I'll never forget what I saw…and he didn't let me see much. The phone was jerked out of my hand, as I sat there naked, vulnerable, and hallowed out. It's truly like a punch to the gut. But the blows never stopped coming. I had locked myself in his restroom, clutching the clothes I had managed to grab so that a quick get a away would be possible. My world had been turned upside…