Life : A Collection of Tragedies x

THE MOON

     We all called her Luna.
     Even her name was so beautiful it painted a perfect picture of who she was. Her flawless pale skin, with little freckles like stars dancing in the night sky. Her eyes were a soft, yet piercing green. She held a lot of wisdom in her eyes, especially for a seventeen year-old girl... or... woman. Luna was no girl. She was a woman; she was a lady. She had thin pastel pink lips, that seemed to always be in a grin, or a smirk. Nobody ever knew which.
     Everybody loved Luna. She was extraordinary. Usually fame gets to people's heads in high school, yet Luna never let her popularity turn her into someone she wasn't. She was loved by everyone, and she loved everyone. Life was her boyfriend, and she never took it for granted. She was the shoulder to cry on, she was the wisest of us all. Nobody could help in the way she did. If only she could've helped herself.
     Luna committed suicide. All it took to break up her relationship with life was a bottle of pills. Nobody saw it coming. She was always smiling and laughing. She had this optimistic aura around her and now that she was gone our school was a solar system without a sun. She was our sun.
     You know how you only see one side of the moon? Of course there are full moons, half moons, and the all beloved crescent moons (those are the ones you doodle, in case you were unaware), but it's still the same side of the moon that everyone sees in all parts of the world. Luna was not only the sun, but she was the moon. We all only saw a limited perspective of her life. One side of the moon. We were all so ignorant.
     In Luna's suicide letter, she wrote about how loved she felt. She wrote apologies to her classmates, and to her teachers. Then, she wrote about her home life A.K.A. her 'living hell' life. She talked about how her father molested her several times, and how her mother drowned out the problems in that house with alcohol. She talked about her siblings taking her dinners, and giving her the dogs food, leaving the dog to starve. Her last words on that tear-soaked piece of paper were 'don't let the dog starve.'
     She left us without a goodbye. Without saying 'I love you'. Her mask of happiness would have fooled anybody, and we were all her fools. It's still hard to believe she's gone. I guess that goes to show you how quickly a bottle of pills can throw the Earth off of it's orbit.