⚜Luna's POV⚜

  Everything is dark and cold. I can't seem to feel any part of myself, I can only think. I only see blackness. I'm so.. so very cold.
  Where am I? I thought I was dead. What happened?
  I can seem to hear everything but its.. fuzzy.
  Maybe if I... try harder, I will be able to hear them?
  I keep straining, but I can't seem to- aha! I can hear them.
  "Shh... it's alright. It'll be okay. Shhh...", a seemingly familiar voice shushed. He continued to mumble, but I could not make out the words that seemed to climb out of his mouth.
  "Shhh... It'll be okay, [Y/n]."
  [Y/n]? Why does that sound so familiar?
  "I... I miss her, Br-," The familiar voice cut off. Her voice became fuzzy again.
  Oh god, my head, it hurts. Maybe I'm over doing myself a little too much?
  No- I can't give up now. I need to figure out where I am and why I'm... alive?
  "I know, [Y/n]. She will wake up soon. Luna is fine, she will wake up soon." The male voice reassured.
  Ah, so my name is Luna? Right, okay.
  I can seem to.. remember everything.
  I can remember back to... 8th grade. Nothing past there. Everything else is fuzzy. It's hard to focus on distant memories.
  But I can tell, this 8th grade memory, isn't pleasent. Something about it, it gives off an eerie feeling.
  I don't like it one bit.
 
  ⚜Changing of the topic⚜

  This was 8th grade- the hell people had to go through a year before even more stress would be dawned on them, a year, basically a gate to 9th grade, was something I've dreaded for a while.
  People don't understand what I mean. Let me rephrase- I went through hell in 8th grade.
  I was bullied the entire year, and no one tried to stop them. It was mainly by the popular kids- the kids who thought that making fun of others was the way to be... what's the word... 'cool'.
  They disgust me. They decided to take out the problems of their lowly lives on my already shitty one.
  Right- you're new here. Well, not really new.
  So, basically, you are [Y/n]. A friend of mine. A sister to me. Someone who I decided to leave for my own selfish ways, yes yes, I know. You have questions and I have answers.
  You may be thinking: "What is this? This isn't like a flashback, it isn't a memory of Luna's," and no, it is not.
  But it is merely a way for me to rather.. connect to you. Not through writing, and not through the story. But my own way.
  You are you, you are [Y/n]. And you're in my mind. Right, I know, everything is black right now, but I'll run you through my distant memories momentarily. I do hope you've grabbed onto what I am saying.
  This... isn't really a 'chapter', as author chan would call it.
  The entire time the first book and sequel have been out, She wrote in a first person or third person perspective, but never once had she wrote like... this.
  Basically, you are reliving my memories- bad and good ones- but in my point of view.
  She said she would write it in a more.. simpler way for your understanding, as of now she is only informing me that I need to basically... search my brain with you by my side.
  ...So basically... we are breaking the fourth wall.
  That usually isn't a good thing, right? But it is now.
  This isn't really a chapter, nor is it a bonus, but it's more of a... fill in.
  Yes yes, I was supposedly dead. I did try to commit suicide. But I failed, sadly.
  And that's why we are here. Because of me failing. So, you in the book, [Y/n], isn't here. The actual reader yourself is the one I am talking to.
  So basically the regular conversation will now be with you speaking your answer in real life but I do not hear it. I ask the questions, I show you the visions and memories. That is basically it. Hopefully you have grabbed onto the... basis here. Author-chan didn't give me much.. information.
  Right. Have you ever been bullied?
  I can't exactly hear your answer but I want you to say it out loud. Just so you know that this is for you, and only you the reader. These questions are basically a conversation but at the same time, not.
  So, have you been? Bullied, I mean? So have I. In the book. Author-chan likes to think of me as a sort of.. clone as herself but with a much... darker, should I say, past than what she has.
  But back to the topic. I was bullied. It started in mainly 6th grade. It lasted to 8th. Girls began to mature and so did guys, thank God, but not all of them.. (COUGH) BBS crew (COUGH).
  Uh.. anyway.. the bullying stopped in 9th, and that's when I met you, the reader, just... story form you. Its.. a little hard to explain. Basically..i am talking to YOU and only YOU, the READER. Not [Y/n] that is in the book.
  Now reader, tell me. You remember when I met you first. Oh yes, the very sappy song Author Chan decided to put in? Yes, I remember that too.
  Well... that was in the middle of 9th grade.
  Long after that, our friendship lasted into the summer. Went into the next year, 10th grade.
  I attempted suicide in the book and you, book you, got into a car crash. You all know that, right?
  Author Chan usually writes in a stranger way than others. She loves third person, but she can't really... get her ideas out as well as she tries to. 
   Ah, well. Author Chan has decided that I need to go to the farthest memory I can. Even if some parts are fuzzy.

  "YOU BITCH!" Screamed my father, as he threw a beer bottle at my mom. She screamed as it made contact.
  Right, I remember this one. My mom and I, we were abused by my dad. She always tried to protect me but I refused and tried to convince her that we were alright. Right, well... he may have gone too far this time.
  My mom screamed as the bottle came into contact with her head.
  I quickly ran over, hugging onto my mom's unconscious body.
  Right, the younger me was ruthless, mind you. My brain didn't know how to cope in these situations, but something had clicked in my brain then. I was only 11.
  "YOU PRICK! LOOK WHAT YOU DID, YOU MISERABLE NO GOOD SLUT!" My father screamed at me, as he yanked me away from my mother. Tears fell from my blue eyes and rolled off my pale cheeks, as he threw me at a wall.
  "You sick... bastard." I murmed.
  "What did you just say?" He seemed to growl.
  "I said... You sick.. BASTARD!" I screamed. "ALL YOU'VE DONE IN YOUR MISERABLE LIFE IS MAKE MINE HELL! YOU BEAT YOUR ON WIFE! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!"
  Grabbing a pocket knife from the counter, I bolted over to him. Before he had time to react, I sliced his arm. He screamed, as the beautiful crimson color flowed out his arm. I smirked.
  He began to scream, but I couldn't seem to make out the words he was trying to scream.
  I laughed like a psycho, as I threw the dagger as hard as I could at him, and it pierced his forehead. He stopped everything, before falling back onto the ground.

  Right, that one wasn't... pleasent. The next one is a bit clearer, but I might not be able to connect pieces together so you may hear gaps in conversations.

  Two years after I basically killed my father in self defense, me and my mother decided to move. She was still injured, so she couldn't really make it around the house very well. She was also taking on a vicious cold, and I was worried about her.
  "No mom, let me cook. You need to rest, you're sick." I refused to let her cook.
  "Are you sure?" She asked, her brown eyes staring at me with guilt.
  "Yes mom, I'm sure. It isn't your fault but you're injured and sick. I just want you to get better." I smiled at her.
  She returned the smile as she wobbled over to the couch.
  8th grade was starting soon.
  Mother doesn't know that I'm bullied, and I intended to keep it that way. She has enough on her plate already.
  It was hard. Going along with your life while people made fun of you. It wasn't easy for me. But, I hope I can stay strong.
 
  Ah, yes, the time my mother became sick. It was a horrid time for me.
   Right, I've found another one. It basically skips 8th grade, but I can't find any.. intact ones. They're all fuzzy. But this one is in 9th.

  Taking the small board and writing "I care about You!", on it, I walked up to her front door and knocked on it.
  The girl answered, her [E/c] eyes dull and her cheeks stained with tears.
  "Hey, [Y/n]. You don't know who I am, so let me introduce myself."

  It was a bit of a shorter one. That might not have been what I said entirely, but I had to connect pieces with pieces since it was a fuzzy memory.
  Ah, this one is.. in the hospital, not long after.

  "Mom?!" I yelled, bursting through the hospital door.
  "Luna?" A voice croaked, and I began to cry as I looked at my mom's weak body in the hospital bed.
   She gave me a smile as I rushed over to the side of the bed, and gently grabbed onto her weak hand.
  "Mom?! They said you had gotten sick or something, and a neighbor found you while I was at school?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "What do they mean by... sick?"
  "Honey." Her voice croaky and weak. "I'm dying."
  "MOM NO!" I began to sob intensely, as I grasped onto her hand.
  "I'm sorry, Luna. My time has come. I regret leaving you but, you can fend on your own, you're a very skilled person who can take care of herself." She smiled, as her eyes closed. "I... I think I'd like to sleep now."

  My mother died. While I was in 9th grade. (The book me). But, I can't seem to find the memory of her funeral. Hmph.
  Okay, the next one is... a.. fuzzy memory.

  I sat at the small space, studying the trees around us. Me and [Y/n] sat together, looking at the beautiful cherry blossom trees.
  It was a beautiful sight really.
  I'm glad I finally found a friend who likes me for me. [Y/n] was a gift given to me.
  I smiled at her, and she smiled back.

  Ah yes, there was no clnversation, that part is too fuzzy for me to make out.
  Ah, there are no more after that... hmph... eh, well I guess our time here is done.

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