Chapter 2
Luna grew up feeling lost in a small town where she struggled to find her place. She longed for something more, but the stark reality was that there were no hobbies or friendships to be found within its limited confines. She yearned for something meaningful to fill her days and bring purpose to her existence. But despite her best efforts, she couldn't find anything that spoke to her heart in the frame of her tiny world.
The more Luna looked around, the more she felt defeated by the emptiness of her surroundings. It was as if her soul was suffocating, gasping for a breath of fresh air that seemed impossible to come by. She felt trapped in a small box, her spirit craving expansion and freedom. As the girl started her studies in high school, there was a realization that she had grown up steeped in a deep sense of hatred. From early childhood, animosity was harbored towards the people around her, she detested the mundane routines of her daily life, and most of all, she despised the city she called home. The girl came to understand that every aspect of her existence had been a cacophony of negativity, bitterness, and perpetual dissatisfaction when she thought about it. Even the smallest of things seemed to irk her, with each passing day contributing to the growing sense of disillusionment. Yes, this emotion has lingered within her since childhood, yet its gravity only became apparent during the early years of high school. It was then that she not only grappled with the loss of her sole companion but also the onset of the pandemic, which made finding new connections impossible. Despite being alone, the burden of losing her friend lifted like a weight off her shoulders—their final time together exposed the toxic nature of their bond and reinforced the notion that it was healthier for them to part ways. After almost a year and a half of complete isolation in the confines of her four walls due to COVID, Luna began to succumb to the devouring presence of negative thoughts, resulting in a deterioration of her health and a further exacerbation of her situation. The onset of anemia caused a decline in her strength and spirits, marking the first time Luna had ever felt this unwell. She could hardly muster the strength to get out of bed without breaking down in tears, piling immense pressure on herself and allowing the tide of negativity to ravage her from within.