THE ROYALLY SCREWED LUNA

back but he never did. He left me alone to die in my pain, with it burying me whole. It buried me so deep

as it happened. My eyes closed, a prayer said out in the a

swirled in darkness. It was as if I was alive but dead at the same time. I could feel what was happening all around my body yet I could not interact with the living. My body just lay there,

d me right to my face, telling me to die for I was a freak. They laughed and wished nothing but bad luck for me. One even came and put a pillow over my

ere just waiting for the king to c

oint, my door shut with every

not ready die but something held me down on the bed. I pushed my body to move b

as right,

g yet trapped in your body and buried alive. It was the fate that was waiting for me. How cruel could this world be? Who had I wronged

g heard or felt until my body sho

oughing over and over ag

cloth. My hands came to my hair, running through it with a sigh pulling from me. Beads of sweat covered my forehead, my

n the white sheets let

t back to sleep a

h the night and when mor

pain I could not feel it anymore. My feet were cold, my whole body cold as I went to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet to pee. I wiped then decided to hop in the

fore me. I gasped, pulling more of my hair

er gasp pulling out of me as tears filled my eyes. I stood up straight, my hands brought to my face. I could not believe it. I rubbed on

black as if I just dipped them in black oil. My n

for that second. All that was not bad compared to my eyes. My right eye was completely black. I could not understand. It only happened when I was mad but it was just black no matter how many times I blinked over and over again. My left

ended in air. I was totally los

ger cry. What would I do? What was happening to me? I already endured so much torture because I did not have a wol

o my stomach and I hat

ould not sit there forever. I had to stand up. I

uld I e

and pulled it open, seeing nothing but clothes. There were a lot of clothes, sections of it

heart too sore to won

vious to everything. I sat down in one of the islands in front of the mirror. I stared at myself, my eyes large and filled wit

h the black so black it was unholy while the white so white, shinning on its own. I had never seen someth

e turning white on the left eye. I sucked a breath, my black finger brought before my eyes. The rest of the hand was pale but the fingers themselves were black. It was wicked, it was ungodly. I shook my head, scared of what I was but I was what I was. My neck turned, wanting to see if I had the mark of my mate. It wa

My mate did not care, he left me not caring if I died or not. Just thinking about it sent my heart in an explosion of pain that left me shaking. I had to accept pai

brought it to me to open the lid. My finger went in, dipping it and brought the stainer to my lips to paint

mirror embracing who I was, who I have al

only to stop, my eyes falling on the red dress. It was so beautiful,

mering it on my body as it hugged me as if my second skin. It was zipped up, it fitting me so well. I walke

was beating because I was not sure I could do it. I was not sure I could be the person I had to be yet I could not stay in tha

veryone then I would be as wic

tronger, braver and more