The Abused Luna

Aurora POV: Early in the morning, the sun began to rise in the horizon and showered it’s never-ending mercy and proceeded to light up everyone’s life… Starting with the sun, the birds too began to welcome the new day happily with the start of their sweet and melodious chirping along with the tunes of nature. Everyone was busy in the morning following their daily routine. The peaceful environment provided a sense of tranquility to the natives of the area. In that peaceful environment, stood a five storey building with a faint beige color paint. The garden behind the house was lush and grown well indicating the traces of the flowers and plants and the vast forest surrounding it. “Honey.. Wake up…its time to get up….” Mom called out for me to wake up. But I didn’t get up and stirred on my bed, not having the heart to leave my beloved bed. Soon I was distracted from my sleep by a hand placed on my shoulder, shaking me up from my beauty and then it was soon followed by the one and only, my mom’s alluring voice like a voice dipped in honey. it makes the person on the receiving end to feel her love and affection with only her voice alone. Moving my hands up above my head, I burst the knots formed due to my irregular sleeping pattern. I was eager to open my eyes and was wanted to be greeted by my Mom’s beautiful face. But the moment, I woke up and opened my eyes, the sight that greeted me was entirely different than that, I wished very much to be seen. The very sight in front of me was not the one, I imagined it to be. It was not what I was hoping to see at all. Instead of waking up in my beautiful princess styled room painted in warm turquoise color and the queen sized bed with soft mattress and violet bedsheet, I woke up to the cracked ceiling. That’s when I realized that, all that was my imagination, a cruel dream. A long lost memory from my beautiful and bright past. The seed to my nightmares. I blinked twice to clear my eyes and got rid of the remaining sleep struck at the corners of my eyes. Then I looked around me. The ceiling above me was made of wood and the ceiling had few cracks in them. The ceiling was serving as homes to the spiders and cobwebs could be seen here and there. I turned to see the worn-out wall with paints fading and the wallpaper hanging from the wall. Those wall papers are sticking to the walls in a very delicate attaching manner. The remaining life period of those wallpaper would be like more or less two weeks at the most. After two weeks the wallpapers would fall off from the wall automatically. The other side of the wall which was opposite to the side, I place my head, had scrubbed off paints falling from it and a very light colored former white wall.. The wall opposite to me sported a very dark grey colored appearance due to growing molds forming in them. It looked dirty. That wall on the opposite side of me had more cracks in them than the other sides of the Attic. Totally forty seven cracks to be exact. Sitting up, I found that I was sleeping on the mat that was spread out on the cold hard floor and a overused rag was used as a bed cover as well as used for covering my body. The life time of the mat was over a long time ago and it’s disposal time was long over due. The mat had many holes in them and the corners of it was already destroyed more than normal. The rag was tattered in every inch of its length and it was very light in its thickness. It didn’t do any good in protecting me from the spine chilling cold winds in the severe cold nights. It was used for just for the name sake and it did nothing else to serve its purpose. The current surroundings of my room, slapped me in the face with my cruel reality. It reminded that what I thought a few minutes while waking up was all a lie…a simple cruel lie. That’s when I realized that I didn’t wake up to my lovely mom’s sweet voice instead I woke up to the squealing noises that was made by the rats that accompanied me in my current life. The only ones that didn’t leave me alone to live my cruel nightmares. My current roommates, the big black hairy and smelly rats. I realized then, that I didn’t wake up in my princess styled room in my soft mattress bed, instead I woke up in a tattered mat that was spread on the cold hard floor. I woke my in my current room, if you can say that, the old and dusty attic in the top of the pack house. The reality, which I didn’t want to live in. The reality to which I didn’t want to wake up to in everyday mornings. The reality which cruelly treated me and made me wishing for my early death more than any other wishes. The reality, in which I was left alone without anyone to talk to, unable to seek support to and, not having anyone to care about me . The reality in which the moon goddess cruelly snatched my mother from me and crushed my dreams as if blowing the dust off the old desk. As simple as that, my wishes, dreams and happiness was snatched away from me in minute. My life was changed by a single incident. The reality in which I was a slave to my own family and a cursed being to my own pack. The family to which, I am not a part of it anymore and my existence didn’t matter to anyone, anymore. I am a mere waste occupying extra space and wasting even the air by breathing. I got reminded of it every minute of every day all throughout the year from that year onwards. The year which caused all my suffering and the root cause of my nightmares. They would not allow me to forget the wastefulness of my mere existence for a single minute. The family which once put me in the palm of their hands and cared for my every words that came out of my mouth and did everything according to my whim and wishes, now didn’t even want to be in the same room as me. They even thought that even breathing the same air as me was a sin to them. The so called beloved pack that loved and adored me back then, was long gone. Now they hated me to the core for the mistake or you can say the accident, which I was not responsible for. But unfortunately, I was present in the place of the accident area. Even I was one of the victim of that horrible incident. But no one cared. They all wanted an object to vent their angry and frustrations. And I was the so called object for their actions and release. I came back to the reality of my life. Yes this is my life. The cruel reality of my life. My very own nightmare. A mere slave who was abandoned by my family, friends and pack. ... ........................... hi guys........how was the first chapter