Forbidden Blood At Wisbur Academy

Lunaria POV

"She can't control it anymore."

My legs froze mid-step.

"We have to send her away Jude. Before it happens again," Mom's voice came from behind the door again, her voice trembling and my body stiffened.

I knew who they were talking about and it was definitely me. They were planning to send me away. How…

Mom stepped out first. Her eyes widened when she saw me standing there.

The door creaked open and I almost jumped out of my skin in defiance.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I stumbled backward, nearly knocking over the vase in my room. For a split second, I considered running. If they were really sending me away, I didn’t want to hear the rest.

My parents stepped out and my mum’s eyes widened when she saw me standing there.

“Sweetheart—” she said almost immediately but the words felt forced as her eyes went all over my body, probably in disgust or hatred, I wasn't sure which one.

What I was sure of was the reaction I had gotten from her especially since my thirteenth birthday and it became worse ever since the accident happened. Not like I was expecting it to be less given what I had done. But …she has been cold, really cold and and I'd been walking on eggshells around her. I knew I did something terrible, it was unforgivable but it wasn't my fault.

Something was wrong with me.

Something more than just being the bad twin.

"Come to the dining room," mom announced, breaking into my thoughts as I looked from her to Dad, who appeared behind her with a grim expression etched across his face.

And without waiting for the words to even sink into my head, they walked away.

I struggled to take a step. I was scared of what was to come. After what I heard, I had no idea where they were planning to send me to, and that was the most terrifying part.

But the only way to know was to join them.

"Good morning dad," I greeted as soon as I stepped into the dining room. They were already seated while Lisa, our maid, served our breakfast.

"Good morning mom," I added as I pulled out the chair opposite her. Mom only glanced at me without uttering a word. Ever since the accident, we hardly talked to each other.

"Morning Lunaria," Dad replied. At least, he was the only one that still made me feel like a human in the house.

I gave him a small smile and he bobbed his head.

"We have something important to say to you," Mom started almost immediately she saw my smile and my heart skipped a beat. The maid dropped a plate of fried eggs and bread in front of me, and my throat bobbed.

"We can talk about it after breakfast," Dad suggested but mom shot him a scowl.

Although I knew he was trying to lessen the tension in the air, I would prefer hearing it now other than filling my head with different thoughts until after breakfast.

"Oh, what's it?" I asked with a forced smile as I straightened up.

"Since your sister isn't coming home soon,” Mom began, her voice tight, “you won't be going back to school."

My eyes grew wide as my fork froze midway to my mouth. That was not expected.

"What do you mean? I'm not going back to school because Elle isn't around?" I asked as calmly as I could, but I could feel my temper spiking.

"That's because you put her in that state," Mom replied sharply and I bit on my lower lip. I had no comeback for that since I was at fault for my sister's comatose state but they don't have to keep on reminding me about that every single day and…

"If we decide you should stop schooling, it shouldn't be a problem at all because you almost killed your sister!"

My lips went dry. Everything that happened flashed before my eyes and my heart clenched.

"You want to go back to that school so people would start asking about your sister and you'll tell them you beat her to a coma, right?" She asked on top of her voice.

I didnt know how to respond. Truthfully, I didn't beat her. I only touched her. It was only an accident. How she ended up in a coma. It was beyond me. One minute we were arguing about a silly disagreement, and the next, Lunelle was on the floor.

I swallowed hard, the memory crashing into me like a wave.

“I didn’t beat her,” I whispered.

My mother’s laugh was sharp and bitter.

“Then what happened, Lunaria? Tell me, because I’d love to know.”

The accusation in her eyes felt worse than a slap. I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

How was I supposed to explain something I didn’t understand myself?

One second, Lunelle had been yelling at me. The next, a strange pressure had built inside my chest. I had reached out to slap her for making a derogatory statement about my friend but she’d flown backward.

Yes, flown because the next minute, her body had slammed into the wall so hard that the picture frames rattled.

The sickening crack still echoed in my nightmares.

I remembered kneeling beside her, shaking, begging her to wake up while blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

I remembered the screams not only from me but my mother who rushed in. The sounds from the ambulance. And the looks my parents gave me afterward.

Like I wasn’t their daughter. Like I wanted my sister dead. Tears burned my eyes.

“It was an accident,” I said, my voice barely audible.

“An accident?” Mom repeated. “Your sister has been lying unconscious in a hospital bed for three months.”

Each word struck like a hammer.

“I know.”

“No, you don’t know.” Her voice broke. “You get to walk around. You get to sleep in your own bed. Lunelle doesn’t get any of that.”

Guilt twisted in my stomach.

Every day I wished I could trade places with her.

Every single day since the incident.

If I could wake her up by taking her place in that hospital bed, I would.

But wishing didn’t change anything.

Neither did crying. Nothing changed the fact that Lunelle was in a coma. 

Mom wiped angrily at her tears.

“People are already talking. They’re asking questions. And sooner or later, someone is going to realize you almost succeeded in killing your twin.”

A chill ran through me.

"Stop it, Lily," Dad cautioned. Mom shot me one last look before looking away.

"Lunaria, you are not stopping school. You'll only stop going to your previous school," Dad explained.

I blinked.

"Henceforth, you'll be attending Wisbur Academy. You are leaving tomorrow," he announced, and I stared at him with wide eyes.

Wisbur Academy? My parents had considered sending us there when we wanted to enter Academy school. That was probably when everything started going wrong with me. But they changed their everything started going wrong with me. But they changed their minds.

All I knew about the school was that it was somewhere deep in the woods, far from home like Pacific Northwest. A boarding school that was just like an entire town on its own.

"But..."

Mom cut in sharply. "Our decision is final. You're going to Wisbur Academy and you can only come home after the semester ends."

Were they really bent on disposing of me?

"But..."

"No buts dear, it's final," Dad cut me short and I let out a sigh. I wasn't even sure of what to think. Sending me to Wisbur Academy was literally chasing me out of their lives. Were they scared of what I was slowly becoming? Why can't my parents see this from my perspective?

"Can I at least see Lunelle before I leave tomorrow?" It took all the courage in me to ask that question and just as I expected, it was rejected.

"Why? You want to finish what you started, right? You want to kill her finally this time around?" Mom burst out, and I shook my head.

"No, that's not it. I would never. Its just that I haven't seen her since that time and it's been weeks but ..."

"Shut it!" Mom shrieked, and I flinched.

She always reacted that way whenever I mention going to see my twin sister ever since the doctor announced that Lunelle was in a comatose state, they never allowed me to visit her in the hospital

or even mention her name in that house.

"Lunaria, you can't visit your twin sister. Just eat your breakfast and go get prepared for your new school," Dad said.

I stared at him in disbelief.

"But I'll be gone for long. I have to see her," I said in a pleading tone but neither of them answered. They couldn't even look at me. And that was just the last time we had breakfast together.

By the morning, I was in the backseat of a car, headed deep into the woods. Before leaving, I had paused in the hallway outside Lunelle’s room, staring at the closed door—the same door that had stayed shut every day even before the accident.

I stood in the hallway for a moment and listened to the silence on the other side.

“I’m leaving today,” I whispered. “I know you can’t hear me… but I want to believe you can.”

I pulled my hand back before I could start crying. I was so tired of crying. I had cried so many times in the weeks since the accident that it felt like a well I'd be drawing from for the rest of my life, and I needed to hold onto whatever was left at the bottom. I needed to be able to breathe through whatever this day was going to be.

I picked up my suitcase and went downstairs.

My stomach twisted into knots as we rode the clear path in the forest. It felt like it wasn't going to end. Like the school didn't even exist and it had only been placed on the map to lure people to their death or something.

As the car crested the final hill, the school finally came into view.

Wisbur Academy.

I had looked it up the day my parents mentioned it, but nothing of importance came up. The website showed polished buildings, smiling students, sports scholarships and vague promises of ‘excellence.’ None of it prepared me for reality.

The gates creaked open and my palms became clammy. It felt like I was stepping into danger. Like something here was... watching me and breathing with me.

I didn't like the feeling at all.

And the school was just like those ones in horror movies. It was like a castle built into the forest. Towers. Iron gates. Old stone walls. It looked beautiful if you’re into ancient castles but more like a war fortress than a boarding school. 

I swallowed as I stepped out of the car. I didn't know if this place was really a boarding school. Or why the wind felt like it was Whisperng warnings to me.

As the driver helped with my luggage, my eyes went around the large area. It looked like I would have to walk miles before other buildings appeared. A large land definitely didn't hold one

building, right?

All I saw were trees and…

A male looking statue looking at me from the woods. Talk about creepy stuff. 

I looked again and saw my eyes weren’t deceiving me. It was a guy leaning against a sleek black bike typing away on his phone.

In a split second, he raised his head and our eyes met. My breath caught as he stared at me.

His silver eyes locked on mine and I felt my eyes tilting. The air around me shifted as something stirred in my blood. His face morphed into a frown as he looked and something snapped in me.

A rush of heat flooded my chest. My vision blurred, and a sharp pain stabbed through my heart.

As I clutched my chest in pain, I heard a voice that wasn't mine speak.

Where on earth did it come from? I asked as I looked around to see if it was a game played for new students.

But it seemed like it was coming from inside me as no one seemed to be present.

"Mate," the voice whispered, and I let out a gasp.

Not in awe. But in confusion.

What the hell was mate? Why had I heard that one word my first day here?

Goosebumps crept up skin but I ignored it shaking my head as I and dragged my case forward. The voice came again, sending chills down my body and one sentence became more prominent.

"Get rid of him!"

My body stiffened at the strange violent thoughts that entered my head next.

Was I going crazy?

The command echoed, louder and louder, until I thought my skull might split open. I wanted to scream then suddenly it stopped.

I turned away from the woods to the map on the side of the gate and started walking down the hallway towards a castle that’s labelled Administrative Building. I was about to enter when something crossed my eye. 

Welcome to Wisbur Academy.

Lunaria’s POV

"Lunaria." My father had turned around. He was looking at me, confusingly and with fear, different from the way he had since Lunelle’s condition.

"There are rules there. Follow them but keep your head down." He paused. "Don't draw attention to yourself that would make them question you."

There was more in that pause. I knew there was more. But his mouth had already closed around it, and I had known my father long enough to understand that whatever he was holding back, it wasn't coming out any time soon.

My mind drifted away from the last conversation I had with my father as I dragged my suitcase into the office labeled admissions.

After sorting my admission and hostel accommodation with the Principal’s secretary, I followed the brochure map and tried to figure my way. 

Walking down the hallway was taking forever. It almost felt like I was walking down a wedding aisle. But this time, the people looking at me weren