I slowly wrapped my hand around the door knob, griping it between my fingers with a vice like grasp; I felt the sweat roll down my wrists and run through the palm of my hand. I took a slow, deep breath in and held it as I began to twist the knob in my hand; the door swung open with a soft creak and I passed through in to the front garden beyond.

Luna was sitting in the short, soft grass; she was playing with her pen knife, flicking it open and closed whilst staring into the blade s edge. The soft red glow of the dawn reflected off of the blade every time she flicked it open. It was a chilling sight that caused my hairs to stand on end and my flesh to crawl but yet she was beautiful and her beauty was complimented by the nature around her; yet I couldn t take my eyes off of the knife, that traumatising knife.

In my eyes Luna resembled an angel, I had considered that perhaps she had fallen from Heaven or perhaps had been expelled from Nirvana, either way I felt pity for her as I saw the frown upon her face along with the dark attire that she wore. Her trade mark was nothing far from gothic, but yet she was so beautiful; I struggled not to pity her.

I slowly stepped off of the front porch and onto the grass, it felt soft to stand on and I thought for a brief moment that I had gotten lighter as I sank into the grass. I began to approach Luna, moving silently through the grass. As I drew closer to her I gently fell to my knees before wrapping my arms around her torso, I held her head in my chest for a few seconds for whispering softly to her, You re beautiful like an angel, but fallen I felt her head twist and move against my head, I looked down to see Luna s face glaring up at me, fear, hatred and anger dwelling deep within her gaze.

I quickly released her from my embrace and stumbled backwards; I struggled to speak and failed to muster up a simple explanation in time, after tripping over the edge of the porch I fell unto my back and raised my head to meet her gaze head-on. Luna was still sitting on the grass in the same place, glaring at me, I m sorry, I just wasn t thinking I mumbled softly.

Luna stood up from the grass and looked downwards as she brushed the grass off of her jeans and slid the knife into her jacket before looking up at me again and smirking nervously, You don t do a lot of that do you? she replied, she chuckled lightly before continuing, Thank you, though . Realising that she had nothing else to add I quickly walked past her and out onto the sidewalk, under a street lamp that flickered and glowed an eerie orange; I twisted my head to the side and smirked, You coming? I asked.