As I woke up the next morning, I felt considerably better. When you think about it, my life had been so completely crappy before the only way it can go is up form here.
Someone had come in the night and fixed my leg. It had been crudely healed and bandaged. My headache had subsided so I assumed that my eye had been healed too.
I looked around to make sure Luna was still alright. I saw her sitting in the corner playing with the edge of her skirt. The sequins were fraying off and it looked as though she'd been picking at them for hours.
I opened my mouth to say something but no words could capture what I needed to say. How sorry I was. What we needed to do. I finally decided to settle on something nice and simple to get my point across.
"Hi!" I said in a quavering voice.
She raised an eyebrow.
I started to laugh.
And laugh.
And laugh.
I couldn't stop. My lungs were bursting. I clutched my sides in pain but I couldn't cease the never ending flow. I looked at Luna through my tearing eyes. She was looking at me with a slightly tilted head. Her eyes showed confusion and her mouth was slightly open. Her expression only made me laugh harder. She obviously thought I had gone off my rocker.
I thought I had gone off my rocker.
What was wrong with me?
I finally started to calm down. My breathing slowed. I closed my eyes.
Wasn't that a great way to start off the infinite amount of time we would have to spend in this bloody box?
Look at a girl and start cracking up. Wow, what a brilliant plan to her heart.
What the bloody hell! Where did that come from? I didn't want to win Luna's heart…or did I? I don't know. I don't know about anything anymore. This whole situation was screwing with my emotions. Flipping them upside down and mixing them up. I was laughing when I should be depressed. I was thinking of love when I should be thinking of the torture that would be soon to come.
Speaking of torture, that's when the door finally opened.