Warnings, Disclaimer and Setting: See first chapter.
A/N: Again, this is very short, but in my defence, it's very hard to write from Luna's point of view. Thanks to Ember Nickel for reviewing the first two chapters!
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Chapter 2-
You're staring at the door when they enter. There's a woman, her hair pulled back by some kind of band, and she's one of them. There's a girl though, with hair a bright red like you see in your dreams, sometimes. She's with a boy, who looks quite like her. You don't think they're with the woman, exactly, but how can you tell? Better to be safe than sorry.
The girl just stares at you for a moment, her face full of shock, excitement... happiness? It's an act, you know it, and you can feel your whole body recoil. You try to back into the corner, to escape their gaze, but they keep edging forward. The woman, the one in the white, she looks at you with an almost knowing look and speaks to them. You don't try to understand the words; you don't concentrate on them. Your hands fly up to protect your face, a whimper escaping your lips. But that's not good, not all right, because you're showing a weakness, and if they see, they'll attack.
They are all looking at you, and you can feel yourself suffocating, just as when the darkness comes. The world tilts, the red of the girl's hair melting into a dull yellow. The boy is wearing a tie, and the once blue colour is now fading to grey. Only the white of the woman's shirt remains as it was, the white of the walls, and you want to scream.
The girl looks on the verge of tears and she steps forward, holding out a hand to you. You stare at it for a moment, as it fades to grey before your eyes. The world spins again and you edge back a little further.
The girl's eyes seem to peer right into you and you can see hardened malice staring out. Her mouth opens to form a word.
Loo-nah.
She looks at you, as though she's waiting, but all you can see are the lies reflected in her gaze. You want to speak, to tell her it's no use, that you can see through it, see through it all but you know it wouldn't do any good. And you're afraid. Afraid of what they could do to you.
The woman speaks again, and the girl's eyes take on a fierce look, but the boy puts a hand on her arm and she cools down. They all leave the room, leaving you alone.
You keep your eyes firmly fixed to the floor. Outside, you can hear birds chirping, but that's not right. You've already seen three today. Three. No more, no less, and you'll be okay. Even if you can't look outside again until tomorrow.
A man comes to the door, making your head turn very quickly. You wince and he looks at you expectantly, but you stay perfectly still. He's wearing white. White.
He speaks, taking a step towards you. You edge away, and, very slowly, he reaches out a hand to you. You throw your arm back, away from his poisonous touch, and it smacks into the cold, hard wall. You gasp, and he takes advantage of that to grab onto you. But you can't let him get you. You can't.
He takes out a needle, and jabs it into your arm, right into the vein. You feel cold, and the blue spider-like threads that run through your arms seem to turn pink, as your vision blurs and the world turns. You can feel the poison running through you, the pink poison that seems to come from these people in white, and you scratch desperately at your arms, watching the skin scrape off. The man, the man in white, he tries to speak to you, but you scream, drowning him out.
Your nails are scratching desperately now, trying to get this awful poison from spreading through you. Droplets of blood are trickling down your arms, and before you know it, you're being held down by two of them that you hadn't even seen enter.
Their eyes are smug, and the blue and brown of them melts into grey and black. You feel a pinprick in your arm. Darkness closes in on you, and against your will, your body surrenders to it.
