The Blessed Luna

Just Me

Shelby's POV

My name is Shelby Bane. I was born in Baton Rouge, LA. We moved to New Orleans when I was 2 years old. I don't remember anything about it. At the moment I am 17. My 18th birthday is 2 weeks away.

I'm currently 5 ft 4 in, long sandy blonde hair, it has a natural beach wave to it. I have a slender build. Not really any definition or muscle. I guess you can say I'm "lady like" in appearance. I have curves in all the right places but I'm not what they call "thick".

I don't think I'm anything special. I'm pretty simple. I'm just ok in the looks department. I'm not Vogue worthy but I'm not "put a bag over your head" type either.

Except my eyes. They are large and gray in color. Apparently, that is rare and everyone compliments me on them. They change color so easily, depending on my mood and what I wear, the greens and blues come forth differently. They are my dad's eyes. They are the only thing I have from him I can keep forever.

Whenever I miss him too much or I need to find peace, I go to the mirror and stare at my eyes. It makes me feel as if I'm still connected to him and he's here with me. I miss him so much.

I wish my mom would let me see my grandparents. I hardly remember them. Honestly, I don't even remember what they look like any more. Maybe then I could heal better. I could know more things about my dad and his past. My mom has completely cut me off from everyone.

The reason we moved was because my dad had a job relocation he had to do. (huge pay raise and new title) We moved into a small, cute two bedroom house. I loved it back then. It was like my own castle and I was the princess. Now it feels like a prison and I'm a slave.

I cook and clean for them, even though, Tony doesn't work. You name it I do it around here. The only "productive" thing Tony's lazy äss does all day is finish off beer cans and liquor bottles.

When I was 8 years old my dad had a horrible car accident. He was in the ICU for 4 days before he couldn't fight anymore. I never saw him again after he kissed me goodbye that morning on that horrible day.

I was too young to go to the ICU. Plus, my mom didnt want me to see him like that. I'm glad because I couldn't have handled it. I would've seen him like that in my mind over and over for the rest of my life. I wouldn't want that to be my last memory of him. And for that, I am grateful toward my mom.

After my dad died my mom pretty much lost all the light and life in her eyes. She held it together as best as she could making all the funeral arrangements. After his funeral, however, she started drinking, heavily.

She spent a year or so after his funeral in a drunken daze. I had to go live with my uncle and aunt. My mom's sister and her husband. They were very strict people. They weren't too pleased they had to take me in. Thankfully, they lived right down the road and I didn't have to leave my friends.

My mom had to go into a facility to get off alcohol and see counseling. My mom wouldn't let me go stay with any of my dad's family. I never understood what she had against them. They got along fine when my dad was alive.

She hated rehab. It was pretty much an intervention thing. My grandparents (my mom's parents) were helping my mom with finances. They threatened to cut her off if she didn't. My grandparents are loaded and traveled constantly. They were somewhat greedy with their money. They were in Europe at that time.

We weren't rich but we were very comfortable when dad was alive. Once my dad passed, our worlds were flipped, turned upside down and never went back to the way they were.

After she got sober she came to get me. I was around 13 years old at this time. When we returned home. I couldn't even recognize my mom. Being away from her for almost 4 years it was as if she had died too. I didn't know this woman anymore.

I never saw my aunt and uncle again either. She cut me off from her family as well. My mom pretty much just went inside her own little shell. She was just going through the motions now.

Mom met Tony when I was 14 years old. The worst mistake she ever made ... EVER. He began taking his anger out on me when I was 15 years old. I don't understand what posesses people to want to hit people weaker than them, especially children.

In 3rd grade a new boy came to school. I was so smitten with him. I slowly built a friendship with him. I noticed that he wasn't like other guys. Something was different. I can't quite put my finger on it. As we got older his differences grew too. He was special and unique.

We are currently 6 months away from graduating. I've got my hopes up that life will get easier for me. I hope we can all stay friends after school is done. No matter where our lives take us. I don't know what their future plans are yet. I should talk to them about it.

I am so hopelessly in love with Thomas. My perfect person. I can't imagine not seeing him everyday once we are finished with school. It's so nerve-racking the closer it gets to my birthday and graduation. I have a strong feeling, for some reason, that something amazing will happen.

--- Will he ask me out? Will I get out of this place? What about my future!? ---