The Other Luna

Day 18

It had been one week since I had slept. I had lost hope of ever getting a good night of rest again. I wallowed in self-pity in the darkness of the library, a place I hadn't left in three days after I stocked up on food. The curtains were closed, and I shivered even though I was wrapped in a blanket. I lay completely still and if you didn't look closely, you might think I was dead. I felt dead, I looked dead. I was probably on the verge of death. But even as this thought crossed my mind, I didn't make an effort to save myself.

What was the point if nobody wanted me here? I closed my eyes and prayed I wouldn't fall asleep. The sound of the library door opening grabbed my attention immediately. Nobody had entered here since I cleaned up the place. I heard the footsteps of someone coming closer and closer to me. My head was covered by the blanket and I didn't have the effort to move it away and see who it was, nor did I care. I kept my eyes closed as someone picked me up, bridal style.

"I know you're awake" It was Ryker. I didn't answer. I felt him carry me down the hall and turn a few times before I was placed on a bed. Immediately, I squirmed away from him. If I was put here, I would surely fall asleep. Ryker held me down.

"No, please" I begged softly

"You need to sleep, or you're literally going to die."

"I can't" I couldn't bring myself to say anything louder than a whisper.

"Why not" Before I could answer though, the softness of the pillow finally hit me and I couldn’t find the strength to respond, my eyes closing on their own and falling asleep.

Just as fast I shot up from the bed, coughing. Ryker stared at me in shock.

"What was that?"

"Take me back to the library" I demanded.

"No, you need to sleep"

"If I sleep, I stop breathing" Ryker slowly nodded his head.

"You should've told someone sooner, we would've been able to help you" I didn't answer him, and I watched as he left. I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position, pulling my legs to my chest and rocking softly. I was so frustrated by not being able to sleep, and when I was frustrated, I cried. At the moment though, I was trying to hold it all in. I could slowly feel myself drifting off again, but before I could, a doctor walked in and explained to me that he would start doing some tests on me to see if there was anything he could do to help. Something told me that there was nothing he could do to help me and that the only person who could help me never wanted to see me again.