The life I could have had...      This is the story of how Luna Forrester became what she is.  This story will contain violence, torture, pain, abuse, and heartbreak... 

  “I thought shit like this only happened in the bigger cities.”          The news anchor had started recalling the current facts on a case I was all too familiar with now. A serial murderer, had set his or her eyes on the little town I was calling home now. Over the past four months MWT, the local news channel, had been broadcasting the case twenty-four hours a day. You couldn’t even be in the state of Michigan without hearing about it.            Thus far the case was as follows, three Morrison University students had been brutally murdered. Each victim had survived a little longer than the last, at least that’s what the cops were saying. The commonality between them being they were all petite, blonde, short, girls, and all dead. This was a problem for me, seeming as I met all but the ‘dead’ criteria. I’d been paranoid before about small things, like if that guy on the football team had seen me fall. Now I was living with the awkward feeling of someone coming up behind me and chloroforming my ass.             There weren’t many girls that fit this killers blood lust. Nope, just five foot one inch, blonde students. A few of them had even been in the same program as me, music management and law left me with a very small group of classmates, two of which were now ice cold in a morgue.This was the first time in my life I seriously considered being a brunette.              Sure, Eric would swear up and down that I was safe with him, and that he’d protect me. Granted Eric has the body of an Olympic swimmer and can pick me up without hesitation, but even he cant hold off Grayson much less an experienced killer. Never the less it was was sweet of him all the same, I started spending most of my nights hiding out at his place.                 As if on cue as I started getting out of bed his arms reached around my waist pulling me back into bed against him. God his arms were strong, guess that’s part of why I liked him in the first place. I’m a sucker for well muscled arms, not sure why that is. There wasn’t a girl, and a bunch of guys, straight or otherwise that wasn’t into him and they made their disgust of me taking him off the market apparent. Glares,wild gossip, and a few photoshopped pictures that floated around campus had popped up, I couldn’t really blame them.                 He was the perfect guy. Tall, thin, muscular, dark brown hair, and blue eyes that could turn your legs to jelly with just one glance. He was the college’s best swimmer which instantly made him ‘famous’. The guy had already won states and was heading for nationals next month. Everyone figured he’d be going on to the Olympics, which was practically his already. The part that drew me into him wasn’t just his body, charm, or dance moves. His voice had a soft tone to it, pulling me in deeper every time, or it had in the past. Things were changing, he had changed, his voice had grown colder some how.              “Luna, come on you don’t have to go..” He said sleepily trying to drag me back to him. I was really good at this now though, slipping through his arms easily enough. “Fine, I’ll go to class with you. I’m going to protect you from that creep.”              “Eric! You can’t come to class with me. My professors already told you not to.” His hands were moving on me, he knew how to get me to miss class. His fingers moved in between my legs causing me to bolt out of bed. An exasperated sigh left me, now I was horny and had to go to class...great. Getting dressed I inwardly cursed him for being that way, knowing my weaknesses.                 Boyfriend or not I knew he couldn’t protect me all the time. I had finals coming up, and for some reason I had decided double majoring was a good idea. Music management and production was easy enough but the law classes were kicking my ass. I wasn’t sure if it was my paranoia or exhaustion but my reoccurring nightmare was now playing in my head even when I was awake. Big shadowy guy and then next thing I know, BAM, dead on the ground bleeding out. The blood always seemed to glow in my dreams, like the whole thing wasn’t weird enough.                 Shaking off the fear in my head I pulled my favorite blue shirt from my bag and pulled it over my hair. It was long enough to get tucked into the collar these days, running my hand underneath it all and moving out. I sorta loved the way my curls bounced, though it did make me look like Goldilocks from that kids story. I needed to find my pants, god that was never easy. You’d think Eric would be a rather clean guy, he was the opposite, my pants had somehow ended up under the bed for the third time this week. With my clothes on it meant it was easier to get away from Eric. Looking over at the clock I realized I was going to leave in time to get coffee. I turned to look at him again, I remember the way he use to make me feel. He was still hot but there wasn’t the same feeling there, those eyes didn’t turn me to jelly all they did was make me uncomfortable.              “You’re staring, though how could you not.” He thought it was funny that he was an egomaniac, he was the only one who did. The rest of the swim team or the ones that didn’t want to fuck him were with me when I told him it wasn’t funny.              “Maybe I was.” The best retort I could come up with was seriously lacking in my usual sass. I leaned over and kissed him, even that felt off. “Bye, hun.” Was all I bothered saying as I grabbed my bag practically running out of the room and down the stairs. I was ready to get coffee with the one guy I actually was friends with. Hopping in my little mini I took off for my classes which were across campus. I suddenly missed living in my dorm, maybe it was time to end things with Eric. We’d been together for a while almost two years and I certainly feeling it anymore.                 He’d always been over protective, to the point where he’d come to class with me and my professors kicked him out for yelling at a guy for looking at me. With the murders he’d gotten worse, some teachers had had to call campus security to remove him. He really didn’t like my best friend either, Grayson was the best friend a girl like me could ask for. The two of them had gotten into a few fist fights, always over me, sometimes it was for Eric’s hovering or because Eric was  certain I was cheating, he’d almost hit me once over it. The way his emotions had changed made me think that the possibility of him hurting was almost possible than just me being paranoid. For now I needed to shake off that sense of dread, I had more important things to do, like coffee.                 I’m still sure that Grayson knew me better than I could ever know myself. He was already standing in my usual parking spot, waiting for me. A wide smile spread across my face, lately I thought about what it’d be like to date Grayson . All the situations I’d managed to think of were beautiful. throwing my car in park and turning off the key. Slinging my bag on shoulder I hopped out of the car.              “Grayson, you god among men!”              “That I am, Miss Forrester!��� He just laughed handing me my coffee and donut. Grayson Tulett wasn’t an athlete like Eric, in fact he wasn’t athletic at all. We went to high school together, we’d both been in a school play together and were friends ever sense. We were the only ones from our school to go to Morrison so it was easy to stay together. We were both studying music production and management, he was more focused on the production part. He was the only person at Morrison who hated Eric. Though I was starting to understand why he did and was starting to hate him myself.                  Grayson was a guy you could always spot in a crowded room, his olive skin stood out against the rather pale color palette of the rest of the music department. It helped to that he stood a whole foot taller than me, you could follow his head of black hair around the room it was almost hilarious to watch. Today it was down and almost shoulder length but somehow it looked good on him. In some magical way the wind was blowing just right and made him look like a model. For that I hated him. I took my coffee from him breathing in that perfectly roasted smell. After taking a sip I looked up at him and could tell he was waiting for something. I knew what it was how could I have forgotten. Chuckling we both put our drinks and food on the hood of my car. One second later he’d already wrapped me in a hug and was spinning me around like some couple in the old movies. We were both laughing by the time he’d put me down. I looked up at him and smiled, somehow his eyes had become greener. Or was it I was finally paying attention to them?                “Earth to Moon girl!” The shouting got me off guard I was daydreaming again. My weird nickname always woke me up. He looked at his watch, “We gotta go little lady.”                “Yeah, I’m here. Sorry, Grayson, I was day dreaming again.” Readjusting my backpack and grabbing my delicious breakfast we headed off to class. Music industry and Law was the first class this morning which meant that Grayson was going to be looking to me to help. I had an affinity for law that he lacked greatly in, if it weren’t for me Garrett would never pass the class.