☽Sun and Moon☼

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Ayla looked up to see the sun, but it was dull. Pitch black, not a light insight. Her heart started racing.

"Where are you?!" she screamed out. What used to be her happy place, this beautiful Meadow where she watched the sun rise and the sun set to reveal the moon repeatedly. She loved it because she could feel his presence, she feel him warm her soul. But he wasn't warm he was cold, and it made her freezing.

"Please I'm sorry Cyrus. Please" she cried dropping to her knees.

"Without my moon I can't shine bright. I feel lost without her I just wanted to help, and I made everything worse" Ayla heard.

"Cyrus please I didn't mean it. I want you to be bright again. I need to be bright again." she said crying out.

"Without my sun I'm lost" she said one last time before jumping up from her bed.

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"You have school you idiot" Emilia said pulling her blanket off of her.

"No. I'm not going, I'm staying in this bed. I can't. I won't. I'm done." She said yanking her blanket back and pulling it over her head. She felt like someone ripped her heart out of her chest and stomped on it. It was an actual physical pain. She couldn't even understand how something she saw so irrelevant could hurt someone so incredibly much. She wanted to go away. She needed it to go away.

"If you're going to stay here don't just think about that mother fucker all day that's just boring and pathetic"

"Shut up and leave me alone" Ayla said closing her eyes and going back to sleep.

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Ayla looked around and saw a small apartment. In one room there was a baby, and the other room was a couple. The man raised his hand and swiftly hit the women making her fall to the floor. He yelled and screamed at her while she cried and begged him to stop making him hit her again and again.

"Oh god stop" Ayla yelled but quickly realized she wasn't present. She was just watching it happen like a movie.

The man continued to beat the women until the baby started crying. He stopped and walked into the room. That's when he yelled "shut up" violently to the baby making him cry even louder scared. The mother pushed herself up barely able to walk covered in blood.

"Go shut your son up!" the man said passing her while she went and held the baby. She rocked him while tears rolled down her face and repeatably told him how sorry she was.

"I'm so sorry‐ I'm so sorry I'm not strong enough to get you away from here. I'm so sorry my son" she cried while the baby slowly fell asleep.

The baby was now a toddler. He was cute and his giggles filled the air with cheerfulness. He sat there playing with his mom. They both giggled and enjoyed each other until the dad came in angry.

"Come here you" he said pulling the mom up aggressively.

"Please not right now, not in front of him-" she said but barely finished before he slapped her so hard, she went flying. The little boy cried out stop. It was the only word he knew it seems.

"Shut your ass up" the dad said screaming into the boy's face making him go silent.

The boy sat there not making a sound while tears ran down his face and he watched his mom get beaten.

The boy slowly got older until he was about 11 and he sat there silently crying while his mother got beaten.

"Please stop, no more" she begged.

"Fine, no more for you" he said then turned to the boy.

This was the first time the boy was beat, and it surely wasn't the last. This was a routine of his father's, he would beat his mother then turn and beat him. Every time he would try and get up and run away but he wouldn't be fast enough. He got used to being hit and he got used to being silent making it seem like he wasn't fazed by the pain. He got good at getting beat every single day.

One day when he was 15, he saw his dad beating his mom and this time it enraged him. He couldn't even see through his anger. He let it spin out of control as he pulled his dad off of her then punching him over and over again.

The two both fought all through the house knocking things over and breaking everything in sight.

His mother screamed out to stop but neither of them could hear her through their extreme rage.

Finally, the young man grabbed a glass and broke it over his father then grabbed another and broke it again until his dad could barely move.

"Stop it! stop it!" she yelled pulling him off.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?! YOU'RE JUST LIKE HIM! YOU'RE JUST LIKE HIM" she screamed in disgusted at the young man.

"I can't be here with both of you!  I can't survive this anymore" she said walking off.

He dropped to his knees in pain. He wasn't like him, he swore he wasn't like this. That's when he swore not to be like his father anymore, he couldn't. He swore he wouldn't get angry. He swore he wouldn't let his emotions get the better of him and if they did, he wouldn't ever allow it to be seen. Not by anyone. He swore he would be the perfect person and never let others see his flaws. He had to be perfect, and he was going to be.

He looked up and turned to go find his mom and apologize he went to where she walked off to and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Please mom, I'm sorry. I just wanted to help- I won't do that again" he begged.

He stood there for a bit and heard nothing, so he opened the door. He fell to his knees letting out a scream.

"No" he whimpered.

His mom was hanging dead from the ceiling.

He heard his dad walk up behind him and gasp at the sight.

The boy turned and saw his dads face. He was broken he could see it through his face. He didn't say anything and just walked away. A couple seconds went by before he finally got up and walked out.

He looked up and saw his dad put a gun to his head. He quickly pulled his hands over his eyes and jumped when he heard the gun go off. He kept his eyes covered and turned around opening the door and going next door. He knocked on the door and the neighbors answered quickly.

"My parents just killed themselves can I use your phone to call the police" he said without any emotion.

"Of course I'm so sorry Cyrus"