Moonlight (day 3)

“She’s a weird kid,” they were saying. “I can hear her talking alone at night.”

“And you’re an old twat.” She thought but did not dare to talk back. Not that she needed to prove anything to anyone. Moreover, she didn’t like people so why start a conversation and an unpleasant one, too? Kiara kept walking to her apartment, ignoring the neighbors.

“Kids these days, am I right?”

She clenched her fist.

“When I was a young boy…”

Kiara switched her brain off singing the rest of Welcome to the Black Parade to herself while jamming the keys in the door. She closed it. Harshly. The sound echoed for a few seconds.

She washed her face cursing her curly hair out loud for always being in the way. That was her life in short: doing things and suffering. She plopped on the sofa and checked her phone. She had a co-star notify. Was it the moment to be cruelly called out by an astrology app? Or better yet, when was notthe right time for it? Of course it was attacking her on all fronts, so much that she decided to just screen it and tweet it out for the whole world to see how much of a clown she was. On a whim she decided to have canned ramen and watch a tv series on her bed. When she had finished eating the moon was perfectly in her window frame. A smile cracked upon her lips.

“Hi there.” She said.

The moon was listening. Watching over her and the other children.

“How many people are out there talking to you right now? Are you listening to all of us? Protecting us? It’s weird that you have so many meanings to a lot of different people. Some look at you and think of death, some of beauty, some associate you with a person. And there’s also people like me, who live when you rise. The universe is vast, lots of planets have moons, but you’re the most important one. You have a lot of children who love you, worship you, ask you for protection… how does it feel like? I hope you’re not tired of us, I hope we don’t stress you to a fault because we still need you. I need you. I can only cry with you, I can only tell you I want to die when it happens because I have to live harder every day. Is this my destiny?” Kiara looked at the moonlight entering her room. They were alone, the moon and her, but she was sure there was some other moonchild talking to it. “I can only hope I’ll find someone like you. A moon and not a streetlight. Someone who can look at my scars and not be cruel…” She fell asleep. The ramen can on her bedside table, the tv still on. The moon, watching over her from the window, was sorry it couldn’t just send over one of its children she could share life with.