My Little Luna's

Insomia (19+)

Somewhere so far away from the hustle and bustle of people, someone was sitting tied to a weathered wooden chair.

Both of his eyes were covered in black cloth, as well as his mouth. His appearance looks so disheveled. Not only that, although there is only a little illumination from the bulb lamp that is located right above the head. But, it can display some bruises and tears that are still wet on the head.

Before long, it appeared that the figure was grimacing, enduring the pain. Calling a name but only sounding murmur.

Until, a hand suddenly snatched the cloth that coagulated his mouth forcibly. Making the figure finally able to speak even while sobbing in fear.

"To-please! Unhand me!"

"I-I promise, if you let me go, I'll keep this mouth shut" he pleaded.

"Hhh, shut your mouth tight? It'll be useful if you become a corpse, won't you, hm?" reply the perpetrator.

Which makes the stuffing of the girl who is being bound more and more so.

"What's my fault, anyway? Why are you doing this? Why not to someone else?" said the girl who was tied up once again.

Roselin laughed at the look on the victim's face. Yes, it seems like enough of him to play around and buy time.

He's been tired all day anyway. So what if it's just straight to the point?

"Ah, fuck! Your mouth is too chatty I'm so anxious to tear it!" his jolt immediately sliced the victim's mouth with a dagger in the hand.

Suddenly, the room that had been quite quiet, immediately turned filled with cries of pain.

"Goddessa ... Arghhh, sick!"

Instead of stopping doing that, Roselin even more blinded lust. It was seen from the smile of his lips that grew more and more and then turned into a wide laugh that filled all the room, like a crazy cycopath girl.

Feeling that the victim was starting to shut up because of blood loss, Roselin then stopped for a moment. Even so, his gaze was still thirsty for blood. It was as if he wanted something more, again and again.

"Ah, I should have made that guy like this the other day. Damn I was cheated, but it doesn't matter, after all now he's not sane anymore" whispered Roselin right on the ear of a girl who became his victim.

The bound girl could only fall silent while enjoying the seconds of death picking her up that felt so long.

"Why don't you just kill me? I-this is so painful and excruciating!"

"Heuh, kill you? You think I'll just give it to you? Cih, you should enjoy every touch of my dagger that sticks to every surface of your skin, you know. Instead of asking to end so quickly, it's not cool!" roselin was upset.

"Cinting! You're really the furthest girl"

Not yet had time to finish his words, the chest of the girl had first Roselin perforated with her own hands.

Unmitigated, his hand that now turned black and filled with long nails, pulled a red object from inside there to make the victim's breath really stop that second as well.

"Well, it's a pity your time is up. Even if you were more silent and crying, maybe I would be a little compassionate and long enough to play with you," Roselin said with a look of remorse.

After doing that, Roselin then walked to the front of an oval-shaped mirror located right in the corner of the room.

Stared at the reflection of himself who was still wearing a school uniform but exposed to some blood spots. But that's not the point.

But on a small dark horn, which appears to be sticking out on the head of Roselin.

While laughing and licking the blood at the end of his fingernails, Roselin said, "Wait a minute, Lis! Soon enough, I'll bring you to this place too."

***

Lisa woke up breathless tonight. In fact, before going to bed he had taken drugs to prevent his insomnia recurrence.

Tending her head to the top of the bed, Lisa kept her eyes on the ceiling. Highlight his eyes, looking so far away, remembering all the things that were filled with good memories so that his breath was stabilized and he was not afraid to sleep anymore.

A flash of a drift about the figure of Damian also had crossed his mind, but Lisa returned to drive the shadow away. Until ...

His sense of hearing was hearing his first name mentioned repeatedly.

"Lise!"

"Lisa!"

"Lise!"

"Lisa!"

"Please open the window, I want to go inside!"

"Lise!"

"Lise!"

"No!!!" pekik Lisa's hysterical.

Soon the girl covered both ear holes in fear of hearing the voice earlier. Lisa also hugged her own knees, hoping that the hallucinations she was experiencing at this time, would soon end.

"I must be crazy!" means monologue. "Why the hell, should I think of it this way? Damian doesn't exist."

"Who doesn't exist?" said someone who immediately made Lisa's head turn towards the balcony of the room.

Right there, the figure of a burly man whom Lisa was very familiar with, was standing staring at her question mark.

It looks like her hair is swayed played by the breeze of the night that blows slowly. Not only that, even though the lighting in Lisa's room is so dim because of the sleeping lights. However, it could not eliminate the good looks of the man who was so qualified once born.

Slowly, the figure began to move from exactly standing earlier. Slow walking that is getting longer, looks more and more walking closer to the bed.

Kriet's!

The decitan from the sound of the mattress being occupied instantly sounded. Makes Lisa increasingly unable to take her eyes off the figure who is now sitting quietly in front of her.

There is no word spoken other than the eyes of both sides that are like saying a longing that so blurs each.

Long enough the situation lasted, until Lisa finally began to open her voice.

"Dam?" call terbali.

His eyes were still staring at that dark netra that felt so real in front of his face.

"Are you really the Damian I saw? I'm not dreaming, am I?Then all the words"

"Stt ... How could you not recognize me. What do you think I am? Your imaginary figure, is it?"

Smiling involuntarily, Lisa immediately lunged at the burly body before her, to hug her as tightly as possible. Making his sense of smell immediately filled with the distinctive aroma of the forest and the fir that so calms him.

"Evil! Why are you showing up now, anyway?" lisa's sighing, which made Damian's smile expand.

"Is this a sign that you're worried about me, huh?"

Pointing her face up for a moment, Lisa immediately punched Damian in the small stomach. Which was then reciprocated with a look of feigning pain in the man.

"Again, you're dying so. How can you not worry?" lisa answered a little upset.

"Oh so, so why are you still hugged like this, don't tell me you're afraid of losing?"

In that instant, Lisa was at a loss for words. His brain seemed to stop functioning suddenly and both cheeks were constantly emitting a red hue.

"Lis, are you sick?" damian said worriedly, while touching Lisa's eel. The girl shouted as loudly as possible.

"Don't touch me!" the strangeness is hard, the more can not control the heartbeat itself.

Fiction, apparently he's misbehaving.