Lost and Alone.

Monday. The worst of the days. Starting out the week is always the worst for Luna, all she wishes for is to be left alone, yet, she doesn't get that luxury. Torment is what she gets instead. A socially awkward teenager who seems a little insecure with no-one to reach out to? Prime target. She couldn't do anything about it. Things were better, once. Before it became known that her mother was the principle of the school. Celestia basked in the popularity that she already had and gained more with few questions asked. Luna was left in the dark, the few 'friends' she had left her, questioning her abilities as a student. Hopefully, nothing too bad will happen.

Her mother stopped the car and allowed her daughters to get out. No words were exchanged during this, as always. The two go in their seperate ways. Celestia meets with some friends up ahead. Luna pulls out her walkman and listens to some music. Soon enough, Luna reached the schools entrance and at that moment, she was noticed. She put away her walkman as not to damage it and ignored the oncoming insults. It was the same as always, 'Gloomy Moony' , 'Lonely Freak'. They were never creative and were so easy to ignore. Then someone grabbed her arm...

She was spun around to see one of her bullies ugly mugs. She remained expressionless though, showing no reaction. "I thought that you would've learned to respect your superiors Moony." She left no response and pulled her arm from the grip, turned back around and continued her walk. That was the weakest of the bunch, she was lucky that she could get out of that. More words were thrown at her but she decided not to listen. Probably her best decision, one that she always made.

The building itself was nothing special. Lockers lined almost all of the walls, hers was in a corner that few others went to. A place to escape her life for a short while. The colour of the walls was a creamy colour that clearly had not been painted for years, even peeling off in some places. Bins were placed fairly regularly around the school, with the anti littering policy, this made perfect sense and it worked. There wasn't much in her locker but it was enough. A tall thin green locker with a padlock on the door. Inside were a pile of books and a copy of her timetable hung in the back. In her bag was more books with completed homework inside and her lunch that she made every morning. A plain sandwich with a filling of ham, a banana, apple and satsuma. She had a double period of History. That lesson was one of her better ones, she still had knowledge and did well in essays and tests and thats what counts.

The lesson passed by without too much happening, no real bother ever came her way in History, and her teacher, Mr Lovejoy was kind to everyone, but keeping a close eye on her. He knew what she suffers with in school but cant do much other than care for her safety. "Luna, could you stay behind for me please" Mr Lovejoy asked. luna nodded as the bell rang. He spoke Scottish English, it was soothing to hear infact. "I saw what happened to you out there, you pulled away well, but I want to know if your truly okay, is it affecting you at all mentally?" He spoke to Luna as she approached.

"I'm fine, I have spoken to the counsellers and they say I'm fine" Luna knew that the counsellers were useless and never believed students actually did have mental issues, insted just saying its all due to stress.

"Okay, but you and I both know how truly shit they are, I'm asking if you yourself are okay, not what some shoddy counsellers think."

"I am fine, I know I am, They don't get to my head."

"If your sure, you can go, enjoy break."
Luna nodded and left, she hated to give a lie of any description but she had to. They did get to her head and certain thoughts have crossed her mind but they never got beyond small thoughts at particularly bad times.

Break was fine, nothing happened and the same with Biology and English. Maybe things would turn out okay today, for once in her life. That's when lunch hit her. She ate her food in the canteen. Painted yet again with the cheap creamy paint. Tables were scattered around with chairs, Luna sat alone like normal, another prime time to get at her. She found out that she had thought too soon as Cole approached her table. He was a tall man that was very fit and strong, or he appeared so anyway. He was on top of all of the bullies and really made use of them, Luna was his personal target as it seemed. Looks like she would come hoem with yet another bruise, she guessed correctly as her head was smashed against the table five times, one final blow was an elbow to her back. He left again without a word, heading to her sisters table. She envied her sister, so much popularity, all she got was loneliness and bullies covering her at her lowest moments. Those thoughts came back to her mind, to get home and take out that box and finish off the day with a final slumber. Luna shook the ideas from her head and continued to eat.

Luna finished her lunch and headed to the counsellers again, one final time, just to see if they could help or would be shit as usual. "Oh, its you again, look, your just stressed from workload, spend a night away from the work and then see if you feel the same, I garuntee it will be all okay again. Just go, I've told you what you need to do already." With that, Luna left again to retrieve her items for the final two periods of Private Study.

It started okay, Luna had written in her diary about the events of the day again. The past month had been depressing, the month before was better but still bad. When she opened up her Biology book to prepare for the exam at the end of the week. Her pen was taken from her and thrown across the large room. "Woops, go get it you runt." she got up and picked up the pen, turned around to see all of her books on the floor and paper scattered. A single tear broke free and rolled down her face. Luna prevented more from escaping but it was hard to do. Picking up her books and paper, she was pushed over her char as she was about to sit down. This will never end will it? Pulling herself back up off of the floor, she grabbed her stuff and left the room. Moving to another , she sat down and got on. No-one was in here, her head hit the table and the waterworks started. She felt others looking at her but she didn't care. She could feel some empathy directed at her by some but ignored it. She was a misery and there was no denying it. This continued until for the next thirty minutes when the bell rang again. Signifying the end of the day.

Luna gathered all of her books, emptying her locker of everything and left the building later than others intentionally. she wanted to avoid further conflict and knew how to while leaving. She had two options, wait for her mother to finish work and get Celestia from her club, or walk the two miles home. She wanted nothing more than to get home and recover herself from the events of the day. It would only take forty five minutes to walk, one hour to even leave if she waited. This process was done everyday by her, depending on the events of the day. Pulling out her walkman, she started to walk...

Thirty two minutes had passed when a car rolled up, with the windows down, water balloons were thrown at her and the final one being filled with ink. Luna was soaked and her clothes were ruined, the cold soon started to bite at her, the cold November starting to catch up with her. She ran as the laughs flew at her. "See you later Gloomy, try not to die first though, we have more planned and want to finish it properly!" Luna could only cry as she ran back to the house.

A watery solution of ink was left on the door handle as Luna got inside to warm up and get changed. She did this quickly, drying off and slipping into new clothes, She left the inky ones to soak in warm, soapy water. She grabbed her Game Boy and started to play something to pass time and lose herself to stop thinking about today. Those thoughts were so strong, anything more today could push her over the line and make her do something that she did not want to do, but may do in sadness and desperation to escape this endless nightmare. The game took over her mind until Celestia returned.

Celestia opened the door looking puzzled at the handle that was covered in ink. "Luna, what is this about? Why is there ink on the handle?"

"Bullies, thats what." Luna's reply was simple while making a point.

"Maybe you should brighten your attitude and make some friends"

"And become like you? Little miss popular." Luna was getting irritated.

"It gets me away from the ideal target for bullies, atleast I actually do have friends to talk to and hang around with."
This had now pushed Luna over her limit, she burst into tears and ran off down the hall, Celestia was none the wiser to what she had just said until it was too late.

Luna stood in her room and opened the little wooden box. Inside was strong alcohol and sleeping tablets, paper and a pen. Luna pulled out her diary from her bag, she added some more to her entry and left it unlocked. She made a note and left it on her bed with her diary and bag. She took in all of the alcohol, which there was only enough for ten shots and finished with the sleeping pills to overdose. Her vision faded to black as she fell to her bedroom floor. This was it. No more pain. No more torment. Just peace.