Luna is a sixteen year old teenager with a past that no sixteen year old should have been through. After years of abuse and violence, Luna finally finds a way to cope after all the trauma she's been through. SURVIVE. That's Lunas goal in life, what...
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𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯: 𝐀𝐠𝐞: 𝟖 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤:
"Crying is for the weak," Diego said to me with another whip. "And you my Diamond can't be weak."
I've learned that crying just makes him more angry.
He delivered another hit on my back. He would often come get me from my cell and take me to his favorite room. A room filled with knifes, guns, ropes, and any other things that can be used for torture. Anything your mind can think of. He would take out his anger on me, the evidence could be seen on every inch of my body.
"You belong to me Diamond."
Hit.
"I created you."
Hit.
"I'm doing this for your own good, I'm making you stronger."
Hit.
"I waited so long for you."
Hit.
"I am your master, you obey me."
Hit.
I was to far gone my back had its own pulse due to the multiple hits that were delivered.
In the moments where I thought death was at the door, I thought of papa, the nights he would talk about his family, how he would say his mama and papa would love me so much. I thought of the girl with the big light green eyes that lived next to me, I thought of her warm smile that can fill your heart with happiness. The nights we would sleep so late eating junk food, watching The little Rascals. The night we would go up to the rooftop and watch the stars.
The nights he would tuck me into bed and kiss my forehead.
I would say the nights he would tell me he loved me but truth is that hearing those three words weren't limited to just the night, papa took every opportunity he could to tell me how much he loved me and how I was his little miracle.
His little star.
I could tell if Diego was still hitting me or if he had stopped. I couldn't feel anything, I felt numb. I thought of how the only person who ever truly loved me was taken away from me.
Shortly after I felt the disgusting touch of on of Diego's guards, he practically dragged me into one of the cells near by. This action let me know that Diego wasn't done, he was going to come back with more anger than before.
The guard pushed me into the cell, just my luck my back takes the whole damage. I whimpered causing the guard to laugh.
After he left I quickly noticed there was another girl in the cell with me, in no better condition than me.
