a numbness rests over her young body, a BLIZZARD of anesthetized emotions chilling her to the bone &. giving those who dare touch her frost bite. they say things about her, how it’s such a shame that a tragedy happened to such a pretty girl. about how she is just a child. luna though was FAR from young, at least mentally. her neglectful mother didn’t teach her much before she ate a bullet in front of her daughter, leaving the young girl to learn how cruel the world is on her own.
chestnut orbs, reflecting only emptiness, concentrate out the window, a foreign world to her. down the road was a grand house, beside it a barn &. pens. it seemed this was her destination, her father’s residence. scant amounts were known about her father, only his name, tanner schön, &. that he works as a tattoo artist &. architect, she couldn’t even RECALL his face. so along with having been forced to move countries, the young woman had basically been shipped off to a stranger, placed into a vastly different culture &. lifestyle. a drastic contrast from a shitty apartment in LA.
moments later they were parked, luna ignoring whatever blather the social worker in the front seat was going on about. inside her chest it felt as if her heart would beat right out of her ribs, her stomach full of nervous butterflies ( suddenly she was grateful she had skipped breakfast ) placed from one home where her mother loathed her, into the care of a father she hadn’t seen in roughly eleven years, when she was two years old.
❝ whatever. ❞ apprehensive nature does not reflect ‘pon young features, gaunt digits shoving the door open so the girl could exit. she wouldn’t allow anyone to know of the PETRIFIED heart beating beneath her rib cage.
gathering her few bags, two total, luna approaches the foreboding residence, showing no hesitance as bony knuckles reach up to knock on the spruce door thrice. it’s time for confidence, even if it’s faux. not long does she have to wait, before a dark haired man is stood before her, large &. intimidating, another pang of fear touches her heart. still she keeps up the MASK.
❝ it’s luna ?? this is the schön residence right ?? ❞
