MRS. BERNIER

LUNA’S POV

***SLAM***

The door bang reverberated on the noiseless hallway, just as I head out from the room.

I unconsciously closed them with the last energy that I have while my brain was engrossed by my parent's abduction.

I’m walking on the lavish aisle of gold, splattered earth brown marble on the sides, and orange hues of paint on the walls, lighted by two aligned gold crystal chandeliers that never lightened my spirit.

Then, I reached the lifting device, crossed my arms, facing the image reflected in the glass, showing me the girl that I have never seen before.

She’s wearing a white shirt with the quote “Smile, it’s free THERAPY” the message that never reached her soul.

She’s feeling stress and worn out like the tattered jeans, showing her few skins on her legs, shouting “I do not bother.”

Those drooping upper eyelids, drawn up eyebrows, lips slightly pulling down, unruly hair in a bun, few strands fight out to show how bad her day in a short glance.