Lune Love

Xanny

The next morning, Luna woke up with a clogged nose and sleep marks on the left side of her face. She realized she had passed out on the carpet itself. She was feeling crap, asking herself 'Why did I even wake up from my sleep? It would have been better if I never woke up again.' She went on criticizing her existence and yet again would not know how to stop. She peeped out of the window in her room to see her car parked outside, ready to go for a ride.

She rushed out of her room, curious to find out what was going to happen. Little did she know, it was waiting for her outside, to take her away to the rehab.

She asked her mom "Mom why is the car out?" alarmed, Luna's mother wiped her tears, picking up from the floor her fallen courage to tell Luna the news. "I-uh, Actually sweetie, we were concerned about you..." she gestured for Luna to come closer to her. Her father appeared on the scene as well. He stood strong behind the two love of his life. "We really love you, Luna, and so we thought, perhaps a medical approach to comfort your pain would be..." she took a breath to get a grip on herself "better for you." Luna's father gripped his wife's shoulder strongly. But Luna was shocked. Yet uncertain of how to react. She didn't know if she was sad or disappointed. A heavy tear rolled down Luna's left eye. The teardrop hit the ground louder than rocks falling from cliffs. "I don't want to go," she murmured. She was sad and disappointed.

She sprinted back to her room, slamming the door shut. "I don't want to go. I don't want to go. I don't want to go." She kept chanting the words as she rummaged through the drawers to find her medication. Luna couldn't seem to find the bottle of Xanax as her panic escalated. She fisted her hands in her hair, throwing herself on the bed. Outside her room, Luna's parents pounded hard on the door, trying to comfort their daughter. "Honey, open the door, please... Just talk to us. Let's talk. We're sorry for not asking you about this. Please, j-just open the door, Luna!". Meanwhile, Luna kept chanting ' I don't want to go'.

Luna buried her face in the pillow, totally out of her sanity. As she slid her arms under the pillow to grab them better, she discovered the bottle of Xanax underneath. She yanked away the pillow and immediately took a pill. Within a few seconds, Luna's head calmed down and she burst into tears. She wept silently.

A few minutes later, Luna opened the door and her mother took Luna into her arms. Hugging her tightly. Her father joined them too.

In the afternoon they gathered in the living room to talk. The silence in the room was deafening. Luna cleared her throat. "Ahem. I... I'm ready to go, I guess. Because I thought I'd die today when I couldn't find my meds. Because I think it's time I grew up from my illness. Because I need inner peace. Because- " Luna spoke but she didn't know how to stop. Her mother caressed her and spoke up to help Luna stop. "I'm so sorry honey. I just want you to know that you are fighting strongly. Even when nobody says that to you, your mom knows how bravely you're fighting and I'm proud of you." Luna smiled weakly at her words.

They spent the afternoon packing Luna's things together, barely able to find the words to fill the pounding pain in their hearts. They packed Luna's clothes, soft toys, medication, and a photo frame for her.

Luna hugged her mother at the door one last time before leaving while her father put the things in the backseat of the car. Then he held the front door for his beloved daughter. Luna climbed in. He revved up the car.

Luna waved back at her mother as they drove away.

The atmosphere was heavy in the car. Both were awkward about breaking the ice. "Listen carefully. If you don't like the place, just give me a ring and I'll pick you up. You understand?" Luna giggled silently. "Yes." but she felt the anxiety and nervousness creeping up in her skin with every passing road and street.

Silence took the reign again. Before they could have the confidence to speak anything, they reached their destination. They got out of the car and looked at each other with 'shall we?' approval on their faces. Luna nodded.

They walked into the reception. The receptionist was on her phone talking cheerfully. Luna's father tapped on the desk and received a degraded look in response. The receptionist held the phone between her ear and shoulder. "Visiting time is over. Please come again tomorrow." in a pretentious sweet tone. "No, actually we called this morning about the admission of a patient..." The receptionist bid a quick goodbye on the phone and kept it away "Luna Apollumy?" "Yes-" "AH YES. Sir, we were expecting you the entire day!" "Well, we had some situations to deal with." "Yeah...we understand." She threw a look at Luna. Luna felt so angered at that moment that she could have burnt down the entire rehab building with her eyes alone. The receptionist saw Luna's eyebrows knit together with rage and understood it wasn't funny. "Ahaha, well... this way dear Luna, our best therapist- Dr. Clara, will explain everything to you." Both Luna and her father started walking in that direction. "I'm sorry sir, but we can't allow you any further from here at this time. Kindly wait in the waiting room, our therapist will address you shortly." Luna's father let out a huge sigh. He bent down a little to meet Luna's eyes, "Be brave my girl," and kissed her on her forehead. He let her go, fighting his inner conflicts.

Luna had almost reached the end of the corridor when she turned back and shouted "I love you."