Chapter Four-

Two maple brown eyes opened groggily as the electronic opening of a Ke$ha song. She hit the snooze button of her iHome, stopping the music and making the light on the clock dim.
She closed her eyes for what felt like hours, but -as it was guaranteed- the alarm came back on five minutes later. She sat up, grabbing her generic black earbuds, and shoving them into her ears, playing with a strand of her black hair that was dyed midnight blue. She rubbed her eyes, which were streaked with one-running mascara from last night.
Luckily, she had gotten in before these so-called "relatives" showed up. To her, they were more people to cause drama, and she already had enough of that in her life. She had come into the house while her "parents" and "sister" had been asleep, Sirius and Celest about to wake up to greet the newcomers from South Carolina.
She had shut the door quietly, and made sure the cast he had her mother put on her bedroom a few years ago was still in full functioning order. She pulled off her black sweater jacket, her cami, and her socks and pants, changing into a pair of black yoga pants.
She grabbed a pillow and clutched it in her black-nailed hands, and sobbed loudly until she became too tired to cry and fell into a state of dark,lonely sleep.

Chase.
His name was Chase. At least it was until he became a Caster or Incubus.
She loved him.
He was supernatural, but he would never tell her what. He was her age, so there was possibility he would still not be light or dark yet, or even transformed into an incubus yet as well.
They had been at the local LemonBerry on the town square for a fro-yo date. He had known in the back of his head what she was a caster...but she finally told him and made everything official. He had blown his top. He told her that this relationship wasn't going to work, that he didn't know who was messing it up, but his one-sided tongue made up for his mixed-up feelings on who to blame, and it blamed Luna. She had stormed out first, using her powers to explode every glass object in range of him.
At the time, she hoped he bled.
Bled so much he died.
But now, she wanted him. Wanted to tell him it would all be okay for the two of them and go back to his house, climb into his window, and watch episodes of Supernatural and hug him at the scary parts.

The sad Ke$ha song about breaking up blasted mournfully in her ears, and bronze words shimmered onto her ceiling.

"They say that true love hurts
Well this could almost kill me
Young love murdered
That is what this must be
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone"

She had heard from the murmurs of her other relatives at family gatherings that this "Lena" relative wrote poetry before she was claimed. Luna didn't think of it was poetry. As she laid back further, a tear rolling down her cheek, more words appeared in bronze lettering on her ceiling.

Poetry is the embodiment of happiness and mortal emotions.
My words are the embodiment of sorrow of the caster world.

Tears streaked down her face, mascara rolling down with it now.

Dark is good. Sometimes Dark can stay.

She clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white, and clenched her teeth. Her hands finally unclenched, and her teeth separated, allowing a painful cry to escape her and she cruled up in the blankets yet again, and sobbed.

"The life is fading from me"

The snippets of "The Harold Song" are copyright Ke$ha.

That is all.

Ugh- I have a choir performance at 10:00 tomorrow. I have to go to my old Elementary school at 9:30, and I have to wake up at 7:30.

SEVEN.

THIRTY.

I got to bed at,like- THREE on weekends. And now I have to go to bed at MIDNIGHT.

*flips table*