Luna sat limply on the floor just below Hannibal's watchful eyes;
After regaining her sense of composure.
"You killed my father"
It makes him wonder how she went from terrified to recklessly bold in a snap.
This session proved to be very interesting.
And to think he's been in the company of killers.
"He asked me to" Hannibal replied still mesmerized by her fortitude.
"He wanted it" he stressed while assessing her reaction.
The expression on her face changed from dauntless to defeated.
It made him wonder, which of his answers brought about this resolution.
Who knows how long she stayed plastered on the floor.
Strength and Reason seem to evade her today.
Her father wanted to die?
Was she that much of a burden?
The nurse knocked on the door 3 times.
Hannibal instructed her to do so to remind them that the session should be over.
He knew he'd lose track of time with her; it's probably why he chose to give her late night appointments.
Last appointment of every day.
It allows him to extend sessions as necessary, like tonight.
Still unsteady, Luna attempted to stand.
Once her footing was stable.
Luna made attempts at fixing the wrinkles on her dress by running her hands over them as if she could see.
She can't let the nurse suspect anything.
She wants Julia to think well of this session.
She'll be putting notes in the chart she hears her doodle on at night.
Hannibal held back the urge to tuck her undone hair behind her ear.
She's such a fragile little thing with much resilience.
His narcissistic soul rejoices.
The nurse came in and helped Luna to her wheelchair.
Once secured, the nurse started taking note of Hannibal's instructions.
A dose of sedative for the night.
A room void of light when she sleeps and complete silence.
He wouldn't want her to break down like that again and crash.
He needs her in tip top shape for the coming days.
After completing her notes, the nurse went to push Luna's chair towards the exit.
"Have a good night" Hannibal said.
The nurse acknowledged it with a nod.
The nurse called in to cancel the upcoming session.
She said Luna was burning up and it wouldn't be wise to overwork her with a day out.
Hannibal agreed to reschedule it for Saturday.
Saturday came.
The nurse left a voice mail last minute to cancel the appointment.
The message was abrupt and this time she did not provide a reason.
Hannibal is starting to get the feeling that he needs to do home visits.
It would be rude not too.
Luna woke up to a really bad headache. Julia her nurse keeps putting her to sleep.
She didn't give her any sedatives today though; which probably means she's better now.
She heard her stomach growl.
She's so hungry she could eat a whale she thought.
She sat up on the bed to breathe in her surroundings.
It sounds like Julia is making dinner downstairs, or is it breakfast?
What time is it anyway?
She decided to ignore the questions in her head and feel for the white cane Julia gave her.
She never used one before because she never had the need to; she still doesn't think she needs it.
Julia was so upset the last time she refused to use it.
The nurse reiterated how beneficial it is for her to use one.
"Yes, your eyes are slowly healing but it will take time" Julia educated her.
"...and considering your predicament, you need to develop self reliance Luna" Julia was disappointed but never mad.
Julia is advocating her independence; that's how she knows the nurse really cares.
She can't find her cane. Did Julia move it?
She's starving; she decided to dismiss the need to use it.
Julia will understand; Hunger is a matter of life and death. She giggled.
She stood up and started walking.
Her hands remained in contact with the wall and table edges until she finally reached the door.
Making sure she's taking careful steps.
Memorizing this house is not on her priority list as of yet.
Luna was downstairs now.
"Julia!?" she called out.
She's been bumping into things; she thinks she'll be black and blue by the time she reaches the kitchen.
The thought of food occupied her mind.
Sausage, Bacon, Pancakes, Eggs and Smoothies.
Cake! Oh my! Moist chocolate cake!
Her imagination made her so giddy she took a misstep. She tripped and fell.
A painful sensation hit her; "I just want food" she cried out.
"Why is it so hard to get?" she realized she was talking to herself, she yelled silly! at her own thoughts.
With the use of her hands, she started to feel for what caused her fall.
Her hands touched the marble floor.
A spine tingling sensation crawled up her back when she realized she was holding on to someone's foot.
She took a deep breath and moved her hand upwards.
A leg...
A hand...
Then her heart skipped a beat.
Her white cane...
With all the courage she could muster at that moment, she reached out for a face and froze.
"Julia?" she whispered.
It was her, she smelled liker her...
The trace of her chin it was all her...
Luna's hands started to tremble, goosebumps were all over her.
Who's in the kitchen then?
Crawling on all fours she hurried to find someplace to hide.
She remembered there was a table near where she was.
She found it and crawled under it.
With both hands covering her mouth she tried to muffle an outcry.
Her whole body was shaking; Fear was overwhelming her.
"Hello Luna"… a voice in front of her…
She was grabbed by the feet so suddenly that she fell back; her head hit the floor hard.
As her consciousness dwindled; her last thoughts were, he's going to kill me.