She's The Villain

secrets

⚠⚠TW: blood, knifes, E.D⚠⚠

The school bell rang, waking me from my nap with a loud ringing noise probably created to turn kids like me insane. I grab my book, slamming it shut and drop it inside my deep purple backpack.

I quickly jump out of my chair and join the ever-growing crowd of students rushing to the cafeteria. Lunch time doesn't bring me joy anymore, not like it used to at least. Once I started doing the same thing everyday it became almost a hassle to even think about it being exciting. I can tell many people think the same as me just by looking at the faces around me.

A few people push past me while others drop their head in order to not be seen. Some are laughing with their friends. Some look like they're about to cry. Nothing ever changes in school. Everything stays the same. Same lesson times, same timetables, same classmates, same boring old teachers who probably think being strict and shouting at a bunch of 30 depressed kids is going to make their lives easier. It doesnt.

The only thing that changes is people's mental health. By that I mean everyone's has decreased rapidly.

I look up to see a long queue of starving children forming and decide I'll skip on eating today. Well, let's face the truth, i was going to skip eating anyway.

After searching the large room I spot a small table tucked away in the corner. Not exactly a new place for me as I seem to spend my time here often.

When I sit down I reach into my bag and grab my sketchbook and a pencil. Drawing comes naturally to me and I usually find myself drawing the same things over and over.

One of which is me holding a knife. Don't know why or in what ways I'm using that knife for, but to be honest, I don't really care anymore. Another thing I find myself drawing is rooftops- or more specifically- me sitting near the edge of a roof.

As you can tell I don't have a great mindset right now. Haven't been for awhile but no one needs to know that.

As I bring my pencil to finish the quick sketch I was doing, my sister, Kat, comes and sits next to me.

"Whatcha drawing lunar?" She asks me obviously In a good mood. Lunar is a nickname she has for me because of my obsession with space and the moon.
" A person." I respond with no detail hoping to bore her enough to drop the subject. I don't like it when people watch what i draw, or make comments about it wether it's good or bad.

"Hmm well, have fun! I need to talk to Kim about this new game mode that was just released on uno! When I beat her and see the face she makes I will be dieing of laughter!"

Of course the only thing my oblivious sister talks about is new games she found or ways to beat Allen in everything. I never tell her about it giving me a headache because Kat is my closest sister. And in some ways she understands me more than the others.(Despite her still being super oblivious).

Just as I was about to continue my drawing, my other siblings showed up.
"Allen! Stop eating like that you're going to spill it everywhere! I can't get my new dress dirty! It's new!"
" 'ut is goowd! " Allen explained while chewing a mouthful of dumplings Betty had packed for him in his thermal.

As my siblings sat down I closed my sketchbook and placed it back in my bag. No point in trying to vent through art while everyone is watching.

Even though all my siblings are finally here and I should be happy talking with them, catching up on all the latest gossip, I just feel empty. Like without any motivation to do anything anymore.

The reason for this- well, reasons- is because of a few events that have taken part in my life lately. My college applications all getting rejected, my best friend ditching me for another person, realising I'm not special or useful to this world, and many more things which seem stupid when I'm thinking about them but I know they're true.

have I told anyone? Nope. No way. I know my siblings will try to help me no matter what: however, they are the type of people who would accidentally tell someone else about it. And I don't exactly want anyone knowing. And I definitely don't want a therapist. I'm not going through all that again.

But anyway, these things alone have got me feeling down so much lately and that's not even all of them. What makes it worse is the fact that I can't stop thinking about it. If my brain would just move on and think about ways to help and fix my situation than I wouldn't be this sad. But my stupid brain just won't move on and instead thinks about how much of a failure I am.

Thinking about this now even makes me shake. I pull my legs up to my chest and lay my head onto my knees. I start tapping my foot to help me think.

I start breathing heavily and I can feel my chest tightening. There's no reason why this happens it just does. All i can think about is how loud it is. I see someone walk into the room with a knife. They are in all black and I can't see who it is but they start walking up to me and stabbing everyone in their way. I try to run but my legs are frozen. I can't move. I can feel my face turn into one of pure horror as the figure is revealed to me.

It's me.

I scream as my copy plunged the knife deep into my chest.

"WENNY!"

I jolt my head up at the sound of my name. My siblings are all staring at me worried and confused.
"Lunar!? Are you ok!? I was calling your name for a minute!" Kat looks at me worried.

" I-Im fine. What happened? " I ask slightly confused on what was going on. My head was spinning and I couldn't concentrate. All i could feel was a pain in my abdominal area.
"Well you started breathing really heavily and then you tucked into your knees and it looked like you were sick so I asked if you were ok but you didn't respond, so I kept asking you and then you got this really scared look on your face and then I said lunar quite loudly in your ear to wake you up." Kat replied all in one breath.

"W-what?" I still cant focus my head is spinning so much I want to throw up. As I put my hand onto where the pain was my face contorted into a look of agony. When I took it away my hand was completely red. I looked up at Kat and she could tell something was seriously wrong. Her face turned pale instantly and i could feel my consciousness going. As I fell into her I heard her tell Betty to go get the nurse.

My eyes shut but I could still see the image replaying in my mind over and over and over again. Why did I have a knife? Why was I killing people? Why did I stab myself? How is it real?

What was that?

Boom in back with yet another story because I have to try write everything I think of 😎 so smart ik ok but honestly the only reason I'm writing this was bc I saw a story about Krew in mha and I really wanted to see lunar as a villain bc she's my favourite👌. Also I thought seeing lunar in a suit would be very entertaining😍. However I wanted to make this book as real as possible trying to explain why people become villains and what goes through their minds so and so, of course it's not perfect so sorry about that but I think the first chapter turned out pretty good if I say so myself😏😎. Have a great day 👍 byeeee 😼 hehe