With Love Comes Pain |ON HOLD|

Love's Perfect Curse

This story takes place in a different universe than 'Distorted' The prequel will be written for this soon, but remember this is not the same Luna. 

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A young girl sat at a grave, holding a rose.

She wasn't the young girl she used to be, almost unrecognizable.

Whisked away by Jeff The Killer.

She was pronounced dead nine months ago, after a body was found in the forest. It was never identified

The little lady had never died though, for she had been doomed for a much worse fate.

She stared down at the grave, and it read:

"Here Lies Jane Arkensaw, More known as Jane The Killer

1996-2016

May she forever walk tall, in the garden of God"

the little lady let a small tear fall from her eyes, then collasped to the ground. She did not cry, she couldn't cry any more tears.

For she had felt almost as if, she'd cried all of them.

She laid the small rose down onto the grave, and placed a kiss onto her hands. She touched the grave softly.

She stood up, and started back to her home.

The little lady had moved out of the Creepypasta mansion, due to the fact she hated their stares of pity. The whispers that she'd lost her head.

She couldn't stand it anymore.

Slenderman, had given her a small cabin in the middle of the woods. With all the necessities she would need, and nothing more.

She walked down the small hand made dirt path back to her home. She shoved her hands into her coat pockets, and looked down.

Lurking in the cornor, was a man with a smile cut ear to ear. Jeff stared at her with pity, but turned back to his victim and continued to stab them.

The little lady heard the screams, but didn't flinch or turn her head.

She finally reached her home, and went inside. She threw her coat onto the chair, and went into the bathroom.

She removed her clothes, and turned the faucet.

She closed her eyes, and her mind wandered.

***

The hooded boy walked through the forest, he was going to vist his grief strucken friend Luna, but he didn't want to bother her.

All he could do was think

That was all he could do anymore. Thats what him and Luna had in common, all they did was think these days.

He thought about Luna, and how someday...she could forget about her sorrows. Maybe not now, but someday.

Hoodie envied her, he wanted to forget his past. He wanted to forget everything but he never would be able to.

He was doomed to a much worse than a fate than being damned to hell itself, Hoodie doubts this isn't hell. He's almost sure it's his own.

His own little hell he'll never be able to leave.

He was disgusted by the humans, with their pampered lives. They don't know what suffering is, going through life, without a problem.

If only they knew the job of a proxy.

The hooded boy sighed, and held his head down.

He hated his proxy status, he would lie to Masky and Toby that he liked it.

For they would always say, "proud to be a proxy for life." When Hoodie said it with them, it felt like poision on his tounge.

He thought about Luna's creepypasta name, almost one she didn't choose. She got so used to being called it, that everyone else did.

Little Lady.

She said it was an old nickname her Father would call her, but I still call her Luna.

He thought about how Luna lost everything, like him.

He then thought about her and Jane, and how love broke her. 

Hoodie was disgusted with love, it broke people more than it helped. Love always ends badly, all the stories with happily ever afters don't exist.

They are all stories made by the ignorant humans.

Luna had learned love's perfect ache. (A/N anyone get that?) And she didn't want to let go of it.

She'd grasped it for a while, then it somehow slipped away.

Luna always cursed Hoodie, she said she wasn't in love with Jane anymore. But it was obvious, she was still in love's perfect curse.

The hooded boy wanted to forget, but for some reason he also didn't. 

He was a complicated boy.

He started to realize, his childhood and his past life was starting to fade away. The memorie pieces breaking up, making them hard to remember.

But he didn't want to forget, he wasn't ready to let go.

That was another thing him and Luna had in common, they could never let go.

"Hoodie! Let's go, we've got a new mission!" Hoodie sighed when he heard Masky's call. But made his way back, and was ready to hear about their new mission.

***

Luna slowly got out of the shower, and dried herself off. She put back on the same dirty clothes, and put on her jacket.

She left her home, and walked through the forest.

She went back to the small tree her and Jane once sat on, her fingers brushed the rough bark and memories rushed back to her.

She shut her eyes, almost as if it was pain to her.

"Let them come, Luna. You can't hold them in forever!" Josie said.

Josie was the only voice that had been talking, the rest had been absent.

I ignored her.

I had put all my memories into a bottle, and tightly closed the top. I then threw them into the ocean, hoping they wouldn't float back to the top.

They always did, they always haunted her.

All the murders, memories, everything haunted her.

Espescially that night.

The second she thought about it, the elements of the moment shot through her. She ignored them.

She didn't want to run away from her problems, but lately, she couldn't face them anymore. She didn't want too.

She was a little lady, with a hole in her heart.