I’ve shut myself alone in the darkness of my tent, where I can’t hurt anyone. I have the ability to condense light, and I figure the less light I have access to, the weaker I will be. Hopefully I can stop doing that???? I’m tired of hurting people, but I’ve managed to do it again. Again! I hurt someone again! I can’t remember how it happened. Maybe it wasn’t my fault..? What am I saying? It’s always my fault. I always end up doing something, and people get hurt… Maybe I’m just best off on my own… This time though, people helped me, for some reason. There were people at my side, asking what I was doing, almost mad I had hurt myself. Like, why would you be mad at me for that? I’m just punishing myself… Monsters need to be punished right? Anytime we screw things up. Anytime we don’t perform our duties properly. Anytime we’re alive, we need to be punished, because we’re always hurting someone, just by existing. We’re just screw ups, and we need to be disciplined properly. That’s just the life of a monster like me… Though for some reason, these people just didn’t seem to get it. They didn’t seem to think that punishment was the right thing. They made me stop hurting myself, took away my medicine…

Ok ok ok. Let’s focus. How did I hurt that girl? I don’t quite remember… I was bleeding, then there were people around me… Then there was that girl standing next to me… Then my pain went away… Then she got hurt… Huh. Maybe she’s special like me. Maybe that’s why she reached out to a freak like me. Maybe she just wants my power. If that is the case, then I'm out of here...

“Luna?” Speak of the she-devil. I hear her voice at the flap of my tent. What does she want? Leave me alone, I’ll just hurt you again…

“Luna, can I come in? I want to chat a bit.” Oh, of course. The usual BS.

“Chat? Why?” I immediately shut down. That word “chat” has been used too many times to play with my feelings. Used too many times to get close to me. Used too many times to make it seem like people actually care.

“I wanted to know how you were doing. You haven’t come out of your tent since last night. Here…” She pokes her head in the tent. Huh. She’s a strange one to look at. Pretty, I guess, she’s got long black hair, a stark contrast to my pale white hair. She enters with a concerned look on her face. Not a fake one either, which is refreshing. It fully covers her face, and gives her the appearance of someone much older than her physical appearance would suggest. Her eyes are incredibly striking; a deep blue color, they have a mysterious deepness to them, as though they’ve seen a lot of different things. I feel like I can say any lie and she would see through it. But more striking is the uncountable number scars on her. She also looks real flimsy. I could snap her in two if I needed to. Hmm. I guess if they sent someone to force me out, they would’ve sent someone scarier. Maybe she does just want to talk...

“I’m fine, I guess,” I reply. “You were the one who got hurt in the end, so no pain on me, right?”

“Physically, no pain. Last night can’t have been easy on you emotionally though. What in the world made you do it?” She’s referring to when I cut my wrists last night, the “incident” that got this ball rolling in the first place.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” I say, rolling over in my blanket. “If you’re just going to grill me about it…” I start.

“Oh gosh, no. Nothing like that.” She seems surprised that I would suggest such a thing. Isn’t that what you’re here for?

“I’m just really worried about you.” She says. “I don’t want you feeling like you need to hurt yourself to deal with the pain you’re holding in. I want you to let us help you deal with it, and in order for us to do that, we have to know what’s going on.” Wait what? Hmm… That’s something new… Does she actually want to help?

“...I’ll think about it.” I mutter. “Can you leave me be for now..?”

“Yeah.” I hear her get up. “If you need anything, though, anything at all, whether it be food, new clothes, or even just an ear to listen, don’t be afraid to reach out, ok? We’re all here for each other, and we’re all willing to listen.” She opens the tent flap. Before she leaves, she turns and says, “We care for you, Luna. We want to help you heal from your trauma. We know you want a life outside of the past, and we’re all here to help you get that.” With that, she starts to limp off.

“Ummm…” I burst out. I can’t help myself, not after hearing that. But…

“Yes?” She turns, her eyes lighting up.

“Um. What did you say your name was..?” I know she’s introduced herself before, but I normally can’t be bothered to learn names. They usually just end up leaving me. She seems… Different from the rest, though.

“Sheila.” She says, giving me a little grin. “Feel free to ask around if you need anything, ok? We’re here for you!” She limps off, leaving me in a weird, weird place. A place that I haven’t been in for so long, the place that asks, “Can I trust her..?”

Will she throw me out when she hears what I’ve done? Will she take my feelings and laugh in my face..? Will she treat me like a weapon again, one who’s not allowed to think as she’s forced to slaughter hundreds of innocent people..? Innocent people who had no place on the battlefield, who were just trying to protect their loved ones, their lives, their friends… All those lives, snuffed out by me. The fricking candle blower who puffed out their lives like they were nothing… Ahhh, frick. Frick frick frick. Nonononono, I don’t want to think about ittttt. I force my breathing to slow… In, out… In, out… Maybe, just maybe Sheila can be my friend… Maybe, just maybe, she will listen to me, give me a shoulder to cry on, maybe even give me a hug..? Pff. Yeah, right. Nobody who would do something like that for me, nobody who should do that for me. Would I even deserve someone like that? Someone who can give me that warm feeling in my heart once more… Could I really have something like that..?