Black Luna

Chapter 1 Introduction

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Hey beautiful people!!! Before u begin, please understand this book was written by a 12 year old girl in the past. (Yea ur girl's 15 currently) So if there r any like, parts that dun seem to fit or make sense or cringy, I really apologize.

This book may be under editing, but it's still a book I wrote when I was young, hence though some parts are cringy af to edit, I wouldn't change it for the world as it's memories of my younger self and how I used to write till I matured. 😂

Im writing this message at the beginning of the book because idk about other authors, but I actually fear comments. No joke...

There will be lovers for this story, but there will also be haters for sure.
Idm the hate but I just want to tell u guys that this book was written a longgg time ago, hence the....ya know..🤷🏻‍♀️

Comments can make u happy, but it can also make u overthink and lose confidence. Some can withstand the hate and use it as feedback to make stories better.

However, there will also be some people who are greatly affected by hate comments and thus lose confidence in themselves and give up. I unfortunately, belong to this group. And really...it can be terrifying from an author's POV....

Yea this shit may be cliche to read but it's true. Yes there will be some devils out there who will not listen😈 but still, it has to be said.

Whether u understand or not, I just wanna tell u guys this. I was 12, dun expect major good writing.

I hope there'll be some angels who can understand this and not post too mean stuff...

Let me know if u think what I said is true or not.

Please lessen the hate I beg u 🙏

Phew now that that's cleared up, sorry to bore ur time.

CARRY ON 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

1,460 days since I've been locked up.

35,040 hours since I've stopped having hope.

Which meant...

4 years in this shit hole.

Around me, all I see was darkness. Both in the outside and inside. I've been here for so long my eyes have gotten use to the dark room.

I just sit at my little corner, staring through my only window in my room.

Or as I like to call it, torture room.

My room just consist a bed, a cup of water and 1 slice of bread, the torture board, and a so called closet which only contains 3 maid dresses, a shirt and shorts which I'm wearing.

I would constantly daydream to my own little world.

I imagine being outside.

Seeing the freshly cut grass, tall trees, scented flowers planted to the ground while bees and butterflies flying all around the flowers.

I came back to reality when the door quietly creaked open. But enough for me to hear it.

"Hello princess." He said.

I just sighed softly.

I made my way to the bed while he started to undress himself. I sat at the position the way he always like it. My butt facing the end of the bed.