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The gray sky was surrounded by dark clouds as the rain trickled down the streets of Queens. It had been a Monday morning as Luna walked to school under the cold weather. She made sure to layer up since there was a very high chance that she would freeze to death if the air came in any contact with her skin. Even though Luna dreaded to go to school everyday where everyone looked and talked about her, it was still ten times better than being in her apartment. She had just gotten through a painful weekend of being home, so the girl was pretty content with going back to Midtown High.

Luna sighed as she walked through the doors, tightening her sweater around her upper body.

The girl had always been early to school. She would show up in the early hours of 7:30 when school didn't begin for another hour after that. Luna didn't mind though. It was a peaceful hour that she would spend with herself in the library or an empty classroom. It was nice.

The girl opened the door to her physics classroom, having never been in it before school hours. It seemed like a quiet enough place where she was able to sit and write in her journal. Luna always had her diary with her, never leaving it unattended for anybody to come in contact with. It was a simple book that contained her thoughts. The book held dark and negative things. Things that could potentially make others feel sorry for her since that was how Luna felt every single day of her life.

The brunette sighed as she took a seat on one of the stools, pulling out her journal from her backpack along with a pen.

Once she flipped it open, Luna didn't hesitate to write was was going through her mind.

𝐼𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝐼 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈. 𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝐼 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓈𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒. 𝒜𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝟣𝟢𝟢 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝐼 𝒷𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒? 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒? 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹. 𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝐼? 𝐼𝒻 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹, 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓊𝓃𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼'𝓂 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓈𝒽. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒶𝓂. 𝐼𝓉 𝒾𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒. 𝐵𝓊𝓉, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈. 𝐼 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓎. 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽. 𝑀𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒. 𝐵𝓊𝓉, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉.

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