Chapter 8

Lucifer

I was sitting in my bed when I heard a knock on my door. I wonder who that could be? I asked myself as I got out of bed and walked over to the door, opening it, only to be hugged by Luna.

"LUCI!!" she yells, squeezing me. I slowly untangle her, pushing her away from me so I could breath.

"Luna, How are you feeling??" I ask worried, as I walk back over to my bed and sit down. She does the same, turning to stare at me.

"I am fine, other than still a little tired." She says, yawning. She then lays her head on my lap. "I missed this." She said, smiling up at me. She remembers back then?? She has very good memory then for even I don't remember much. This I remember though. Whenever we couldn't sleep, or we couldn't deal with what was happening around us we would go to either my room or her room and snuggle like this.

"I remember, I missed this too." I say holding her closely to me, laying back down on my back. She moved so she was laying on my left side, her head on my chest. After a few minutes, she lifted her head to look at me, her icy blue eyes huge.

"How are you doing Luci? I hope you didn't get hurt too bad." She said, tears coming to the edges of her eyes. I bring my hand to her head, pushing it back down so her head was back on my chest.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, I'm tough." I say, smiling. I wonder what it was like for Luna to be all alone. Did she suffer? I asked myself, worried about how she was coping with her new life. I knew she was tortured from what father told me.

"What are you thinking about?" Luna asked, moving her head so her eyes meet mine.

"I am thinking about what your life was like when you got kidnapped. Father told me you were tortured. Is that true?" I ask, petting her head absentmindedly. She sets her head back down on my chest, her body shivering.

"I wasn't exactly tortured but I definitely wasn't wanted." she said, sitting up. She wasn't wanted?? How is that possible? She's a bundle of sunshine and positivity.

"What do you mean you weren't wanted??" I ask, worried.

"Well..." she trailed off, turning to look at me. Why is she crying??

"It all started 7 years ago..." She said, turning back towards the door, staring into space.