Chapter Three

-Who are you?

-You are safe. He, "he whispered, taking something from my hands.

-Who are you?

-You are safe...

-Luna! Luna! Wake up! -My father repeated shaking me. Suddenly open my eyes.

-That? What's the matter? -I said something suffocated.

-You have fallen asleep, you haven't even had dinner. Come on, come down and eat something.

-I go, dad ...

I stayed in bed for a few minutes thinking about that dream. Who was that boy? Why was he telling me that? It was all very confusing. I took several deep breaths. His face was familiar to me but he couldn't even remember what he was holding in his hand. Once I got up, I went down the stairs carefully and went to the kitchen. My parents talked to each other, holding hands. I glared at them but they ignored me.

-Honey, here, eat something. You know I don't like it when you go to bed without dinner. -My mother said bringing me a plate of food.

-No, I'm not very hungry.

-You are nervous, right?

-Why would I be nervous?

-I'm sure the first day will go well for you, calm down.

-Yes of course. It's not difficult at all to start mid-year at a new school, Mom.

-Make an effort, I ask you please.

-We beg you, Luna. My father added.

-I'll do what I have to do. -I mumbled.

-Something is something ...- He sighed. -We're going to bed." Eat and rest, honey. -My mother kissed my head and I pulled away.

-Good evening. -I answered brusquely.

I stayed in that huge kitchen for a while alone, with only a small light on. That place was scary. I began to hear the trees colliding with the window because of the wind. I took an apple and went up to my room. I was actually nervous, I knew this would not go well but I had to endure it, in my own way. He had picked up a horrible habit. Every time something went wrong I hurt myself. I was trying to get over it. I was trying to stop.

I lay down on the bed and put on the headphones. I took a deep breath, tried to get all the thoughts out of my head but there was no way. Fear, restlessness, anger ... I woke up a lot of times at night. I couldn't sleep well. Not today, not ever. My head was always full of noises.

In the morning I woke up very early. I had to wait for 10:30 am to meet with the school principal, but I didn't want to put up with my mother's lectures. I got into the shower and got dressed. I wore black tights with shorts, black boots, and a white T-shirt. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs before my parents woke up and made me more nervous. I had the school address written down, I just had to follow the maps. I sat down for a while and smoked a cigarette to make time. Then stroll through the streets.

When I got to school I stood at the door. It was huge, also ancient. Everything seemed ancient in this city. Behind the windows he could see many uniformed students attending class. I shyly walked through the door and looked for the director's office. A secretary showed me where to find it. In the corridors, some teachers passed by ignoring my presence and some students who had gone to the bathroom or, directly, skipped classes, looked me up and down. I was used to that bullshit by now so they were lucky they didn't catch me in a bad mood.

-It can? -I said knocking once I was in front of the headmistress's door.

-Yes, go ahead. -Listen. I walked in and she gestured for me to sit down.

-You must be Luna. She -said she looking at me.

-That's how it is.

-Well, I think you already know the rules. Here is your schedule, your list of books ... -She said giving me a pile of papers- Classes have already started, we are already halfway through the first term so do your best to know where the teacher's explanations go and everything that. Now the doorbell in the patio is going to ring, go and try ...- she looked me up and down, again.- ... integrate you. Then go home, tomorrow you'll start at eight.

I listened to her words without any interruption. She was a very arrogant woman, she did not intimidate me but she did not want to get into absurd discussions.

-Okay, thank you very much.

-By the way, she tries to dress more… appropriately.

-Is there any… Yes, of course, Director. -I corrected myself.

-That's what I wanted to hear.

I left the office and went to the patio to get out of that stupid place. There were already enough students around me. I lit a cigarette when I bumped into three girls who were rapidly approaching me.

-Hey you! Turn that off! - One of them told me.

-Is it forbidden? I am in an outdoor space. -I answered him seriously.

-Her grandmother of hers died of cancer, so she takes smoking very seriously. You better turn it off. -Another answered referring to her friend.

-I'm not going to turn it off. -I replied laughing. It seemed like an absurd situation to me.

-As you say? BRING IT BACK. -I said one of the girls grabbing me by her arm.

-What are you doing? Let me! Are you crazy or what? -I said trying to let go.

-I said swallow it!

She grabbed me hard and I spat in her face. I ran out taking advantage of the fact that she took off my exit.

-YOU ARE DEAD! -She yelled at me while she ran away.

I laughed walking away from the site. I was sick of meeting girls like them. There was always a group of people who believed themselves superior to others and who gave orders as if they were the owners of the school. I didn't mind standing up to them, defending myself. He hated the injustices they did.

I ran home without realizing it. When I entered I saw that my father was with a patient but I did not even deign to greet them. She did not want to bother and was quite upset with what happened. I went straight to the bathroom and quickly looked for something sharp. Those thoughts kept coming back to my head. Loneliness, hatred, sadness ... He really hated that feeling. I wanted something to wake me up from that state of mind. It felt like falling into a very deep well. I looked at myself in the mirror sad. I looked down and started crying.

-You're not going to do it. A voice startled me. Shit. He had left the door open for me. I quickly turned around. It was him! The boy in the window of the first day and the boy in ... my dream?

-What are you doing here? I asked scared, stuttering. "How did you get in?"

-I give you some advice: if you're going to do something like that, you'd better close the door. It will give you some privacy and thus add more drama to the scene. She-she She smiled and closed the door.

I was paralyzed. I did not understand anything. What had he just done? Was I not even going to stand up? I put the sharp object away and washed my face. That seemed like a dream. It couldn't be true. I took several deep breaths and headed for my room.