Illusions

Everyone knows not to mess with her. She's not a normal girl. She knows it , everyone around her knows it. But the questions is, how is she different? Is it her wild hallucinations? Dark mysterious past? Or maybe just her cold intimidating eyes.

When Luna Hasler herself learns what makes her stand out, will she embrace her true self, destroying everything she knows and loves. Or try to change what was written in stone a million years before she was born.

~PROLOGUE~
"Your crazy!"

" Don't you understand little girl, there's no one there! What did I do to deserve a lunatic for a child?"

"I-im not crazy" Luna mumbled, tears streaming down the 12 year old girl's cheeks.

" I won't put up with this anymore! Your father and I don't deserve this, you need help!"

The young girl froze at her mothers words. Help? No.

" I don't n-need help"

"What you need is not my concern any more, you're the asylums problem now!"

The woman grabbed her daughters wrist and started to pull her to the front door of the small suburban house. Her father watching a few feet behind.

" I said I don't need help." She said it more calmly this time, while struggling to pull her arm from her mothers grasp.

" Stop resisting you ungrateful brat. For years we've tried to help you, now go with your mother" Luna's father said in a stern and serious tone.

Luna would always remember the look her mother had on her face, the pure terror in her eyes as she gazed at her daughter and took her last breath.

The woman, along with the man, collapsed onto the floor.

Luna didn't understand what had just happened, neither did she care, all she knew was that she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the way her mother looked as if her soul had been extracted, seconds before her lifeless and cold body dropped to the floor.

And with a smirk on her face, the little girl hopped over the bodies, out the door, and never looked back.