Luca
By Or Luca
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Two young women live in the same city in the Middle East; Luca is drowning, while Dani is slowly being lifted off the ground.
Luca is rapidly spiralling into a heavy depression that no one but her can see. Alongside Luca's descent, Dani is trying to find her place in the world. She has the unusual ability to see other
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Luca - Or Luca
Luca
Or Luca
LUNA NOVELLA #11
Text Copyright © 2022 Or Luca
Cover © 2022 Jay Johnstone
First published by Luna Press Publishing, Edinburgh, 2022
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ISBN-13: 978-1-913387-88-4.
To my mom.
Thank you for giving me this life,
and later on - for saving it.
Content Warning: Self-harm.
1. Luca
Luca opens her eyes to the unbearable brightness of the sun seeping in through her open window. A shy gust of wind flirtatiously tickles her face as she sits up in her bed. It’s too much to handle. Everything is.
Compromised, she drops her head back onto her mustard pillow and lifts her butterfly blanket up to the very tip of her nostrils. She takes in a deep breath through her nose, filling herself with warm air smelling of her body odour and the strangely comforting smell of freshly washed sheets.
You gotta get up, she thinks (says) to herself.
She had always spoken to herself. She was never alarmed by the voices inside her, not even the ones she could barely control.
After around thirty minutes of staring at her egg-coloured ceiling, Luca finally sits up in her bed; time for take two. Her room is flooded with light; she can’t help but choke on it. While squinting, she flings her butterfly blanket off her young body and gets out of bed in a quick motion. She ignores the little black dots that come creeping in from the corners of her vision and opens the bedroom door. She walks down the empty hall to the bathroom that she shares with her older sister. There, she takes a shower, trying to keep it short in order to avoid the cluster of thoughts in her head, threatening to pile up until her brain is filled to the brim – threatening to explode.
She gets out of the shower and dries herself off, yet her feet feel awfully wet, so she violently drags them across the soaked bathmat – seeming only to wet them even further. Frustrated, she walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and goes into her room to dress. She leaves a slimy trail of youth behind her, like a snail in the winter. Back in her room, she gets dressed in the usual oversized jacket and mom jeans. Never tights – god forbid – those things require a full commitment to the shape of your body.
Luca! Are you coming to eat breakfast!?
her sister screams from the kitchen.
Luca only rolls her eyes instinctively. Then, she mindlessly puts on a pair of socks over her dripping feet and makes her way towards the kitchen.
Breakfast is filled with words and bowls of cereal not worth mentioning. Only her sister and herself – the way it always is – and as soon as she manages to cut herself loose from her sister’s attention, she slips out the door and goes straight to her bike.
Her eyes melt into her heart when she sees them leaning elegantly on the streetlamp, exactly where she had left them the night before.
She loves her bike. She loves them because they’re hers. It’s only two wheels connected by metal, coloured with fuchsia and dust, but somewhere in between the wheels and the handgrips lies her independence. Somewhere in between the faded fuchsia and the high seat lives her freedom.
She bikes fast. Always fast. She’s not content until she’s taken aback by her speed, until her heart skips a beat. In that lost beat lies her excitement – which up until that moment had been dormant deep between her ribs. She loves the aerial resistance under her chin that lifts her face up to the clouds. She loves the wind that blows her headache deep into oblivion… because otherwise her head always hurts.
She always hurts.
After passing through practically the entire city of Telo – ‘the heart of the Middle East’ – she arrives at a strange street, with an overwhelming atmosphere of familiarity. Deja Vu, she says to herself.
She stands in front of the apartment building labelled Juvo 16, feeling around with her eyes, searching for a floating scrap of bravery waiting to be snatched. The air seems unusually clear, so she gives up and instead walks up to the intercom and presses the number 2. Nothing happens. She’s about to press again when an alarmingly loud buzz slips out of the intercom. She pushes the door forward and the door ‘clicks’ in agreement.
Luca starts walking up a flight of dusty stone stairs until she sees a door with the number 2 proudly stuck to it. She’s about to knock when she realises that the door is slightly opened already. She pushes the door slowly, cautiously steps inside and says, Hello?
No one answers, so she starts inspecting her surroundings. She’s surprised by how ridiculously obvious she finds this new space to be. White, sterile walls perfectly accommodate the plastic fumes whistling out of the spotless air conditioner hanging on the west wall. A black counter stands underneath the spewing air conditioner. On the counter is a coffee machine, and a cooler with a neat pile of plastic cups stacked beside it. Of course, there’s also the mandatory glass candy jar filled with many colourful, unrelated types of hard candy that look barely edible. Hiding behind the candy jar Luca notices a white noise machine, and for the first time since she’s entered the room, she hears that it’s filling the small (yet uncomfortably barren) room with ‘soothing’ ocean sounds.
I fucking hate therapists, she (screams) says to herself.
Suddenly, a door in front of her opens alarmingly slowly, as if she were a sleeping beast someone was afraid to awake. Honestly, she didn’t even notice that there was a door in the wall in front of her. Previously the door was completely swallowed by the overwhelming whiteness of the room.
A short woman made of porcelain comes out from behind the door. Her dark brown hair is slicked back into a ponytail, and an oversized grey dress hangs from her bony shoulders. She cracks a large, robotic smile and Luca swears she can hear a metallic squeak as the outer corners of her lips draw upwards.
Hello,
the porcelain woman says gently. Luca?
Yes,
Luca answers shortly.
Come on in.
She gestures for her to come into this even newer space.
Luca sits down on a beige comforter and the porcelain woman places herself in an identical one positioned in front of her own. There’s a large overhead picture of Telo’s coastline hung on the wall behind the woman’s head. Luca tries to locate her house within the buildings running alongside Telo’s beachy strip when suddenly she realises that the porcelain woman has been speaking. ...So that’s a little bit about me.
Ms. Porcelain pauses but quickly continues, It’s nice to finally meet you.
Yeah,
Luca answers shortly and looks down at her shoes. Her baby blue sneakers are peppered with wet patches.
What the hell is up with my feet??
Tell me a little bit about yourself.
Ms. Porcelain cuts off the voice in her head.
Luca spurts out her usual synopsis, with only the one change of an updated number. I’m 17. I dropped out of school. You’re my fifth psychologist in the last year.
And now there’s silence. There’s no mistaking it.
Luca looks down at her feet once again. The wet patches are gone. Now the entire shoe is soaked to the brim. This once baby blue sneaker is now a royal blue soaking wet mess.
I can see that this is hard for you,
Ms. Porcelain points out. An observant little machine.
Yeah. I’m tired,
Luca excuses dully.
Luca is beyond annoyed… her body is twitching, trying to shake off the feeling as if it were a tick.
After the appointment is over and Luca is back on her bike,