Chapter 13
LUKE HEMMINGS
After spending time with Alaska in the cell, we both parted and headed our separate ways. I don't know where she was going, but I was going to see Doctor Demarco. We've been meeting every day for an hour because he says I'm his "priority" as of right now, or whatever the hell he means. I wish I could ditch this place and run away with Alaska. It would just be her and I in a safe environment where nobody could judge us for who we are. We would live in a small isolated wood cabin in the middle of nowhere and soon get married and have children running around. We would he happy, and nobody could stop us.
But alas, that's just another dream of mine that I can add onto my list. All a dream is a shout into a void and if someone asked me why I was still shouting, I wouldn't be able to answer. Without dreams, what would we be? The answer is simple; we would be nothing. People like myself depend on dreams. I mean, I really don't have anything else in my life except a dream. That is, until Alaska came around.
She's my dream and my sanity and I want her forever in my arms. I would do anything for her, I believe and I really want to leave her with her.
Maybe that's what I'll do.
I shook off my thoughts and opened the door to Doctor Demarco without bothering to knock. He didn't seem taken by surprise to see me seeing as if I usually do not knock. What can I say, I like to make an entrance.
"Lucas," he greeted me. "what a pleasure to see you again. How are you?"
I hated the doctor in front of me. On the outside, he seemed like a normal man but on the inside lurked the devil. To my face, he acts like I'm a completely normal boy but inside his mind he thinks I'm mad. I don't blame him, I am mad. Some crazy shit has happened to me in my past I let it define me. With Alaska by my side, I'm better. My past is no longer haunting me and I can finally live again. If she only knew the effect she had on me . . .
"I'm good." I replied.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Truly? Tell me how you feel."
"I feel good, doc. I have a good influence in my life now and she's pushing me to sanity and she doesn't even realize."
"This girl," he said. "you love her?"
I thought about his question. Do I love Alaska? I've only met her a week ago and I can't possibly be in love. Then again, look at all the people who fell in love instantly; Romeo and Juliet fell in love as soon as they laid eyes on each other, Cinderella and Prince Charming hit it off instantly, and even beauty and the beast hit it off after a short time. That's when I realized my life was a crazy fucked up fairytale.
"Her eyes do this beautiful thing when the moonlight hits them just right and it's like her orbs are brighter than the brightest star. Those same stars from her eyes return to the sky and can't seem to form a simple constellation that is our love, or not yet at least. Her and I are similar, both moons; lonely and partly hidden. But you see, even the moon isn't lonely, I mean, he has the stars and the earth and all the aliens there may be, but the moon isn't always happy, hence he hides. She is something special and to say I'm in love with her would be an understatement."
I winced at the words that just flew out of my mouth. It was so easy to say what I just said and the words flew out smoothly and I was quite surprised at myself.
"Luke, what do you want to be when your older?"
"I thought I already told you," I spat. "I've been writing."
"And what have you been writing about?" He inquired.
"Neverland."
"Neverland." He repeated. "Neverland like Peter Pan?"
