Grade 9 arrived like a season Lune wasn't prepared for.
Her mother bought her a phone—secondhand, a little slow, a little scratched, but hers.
"Use it for your studies, Lune," she had said softly.
Her father nodded, proud in his quiet way.
And for a little while, it did make her life easier.
She talked to her five friends—Milly, Amelia, Grace, Levi, and Daniel.
She laughed sometimes.
She felt normal for the first time in years.
But normal never lasted long in Lune's world.
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The Phone That Became a Curse
One ordinary afternoon, as she sat on her small bed scrolling through school notes, Devid walked in without knocking.
"Give me your phone."
Lune froze.
"Why?"
"Just give it," he snapped.
She handed it over, her heart beating against her ribs.
He opened her messages. He read her conversations.
Friendship chats. Homework reminders. Silly teenage jokes.
But Devid's mind twisted everything.
"What is this? You talk to boys? You think you're grown now? You're going the wrong way!"
Her chest tightened.
"They're my classmates, Devid. We study together—"
"Don't lie!"
His voice rose, sharp and cruel.
"Mom, Dad! Look at your daughter!"
Her parents rushed in. Her mother grabbed Lune's arm, fear in her eyes, not understanding anything.
"Lune, what did you do?"
"Nothing!"
Her voice cracked.
"They're just friends—please listen—"
But no one listened.
No one believed her.
Not even for a second.
Her mother's hand struck her cheek—one clean, stunned slap.
The world tilted.
Her ears rang.
Her throat closed.
"Enough," her mother whispered, shaking.
"You are not like that, Lune. Don't ruin your life."
Ruin?
For messages about homework?
Lune's breath collapsed inside her chest.
Her family—a place that never asked how she felt—had suddenly found the energy to judge her.
She went silent.
For days.
Then for weeks.
The house became a place she moved through quietly, like a ghost walking in daylight.
Her friends tried to reach her, but she answered less and less.
The pain turned into numbness.
And numbness felt safer than hope.
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The Birthday That Broke Something
Her birthday came in April.
The house was full—relatives, neighbors, people who barely remembered her name.
Dean had come. Devid had come with his wife and child. Everyone smiled, laughed, ate, talked.
Lune cut her cake.
But she felt nothing.
Not joy.
Not anger.
Just a heavy stillness in her chest.
She kept telling herself:
It's okay. At least they're all here. At least it's peaceful tonight.
But she was wrong.
When the guests started leaving, Devid returned drunk.
His eyes were red, unfocused, dangerous.
He threw his jacket on the floor.
"This family is ruined. And it's because of her!"
Lune's heart stopped.
"What are you saying?" her mother shouted.
Devid pointed at Lune, his finger shaking with anger.
"She talks to boys. She flirts on her phone. She hangs out with them. She's bringing shame to us!"
Lune felt the entire world tilt.
Her breath stuttered.
"That's not true. Why are you lying? Why are you doing this to me?"
But Devid didn't want the truth.
He wanted power.
He stepped forward, grabbed her by the neck, and pushed her against the wall.
His fingers tightened.
The room blurred.
Her sister-in-law screamed, "Devid, stop!"
Neighbors ran in, pulling him away.
Lune slid to the floor, gasping, her hands on her throat.
Her chest felt like fire.
Her pride felt like ash.
But her heart—her poor, tired heart—felt nothing but betrayal.
The brother she defended for years…
The brother she loved fiercely…
The brother she would have protected with her life…
He tried to break her.
Something inside her cracked. And this time, it wouldn't heal the same way.
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The Bridge
Lune walked out of the house that night.
Her legs moved without thought.
Her vision blurry with tears.
The world was a tunnel of soundless darkness.
She crossed the road without looking.
She walked to the bridge.
She stood there, trembling, staring at the black water below.
For the first time in her life, she felt completely alone.
Not alone like childhood.
Not alone like being ignored.
Not alone like crying quietly.
But alone in the way a person feels when they finally understand:
There is no one left to save me.
It has to be me. Only me.
Her knees buckled.
Her breath shook.
Her heart whispered in pain:
"Why doesn't anyone believe me?
Why doesn't anyone ask how I feel?
Why am I fighting for a family that breaks me?
Why do I love people who hurt me?
Will I ever be safe?
Will I ever matter to anyone?"
She didn't jump.
Something inside her wouldn't let her.
Maybe it was the last bit of hope she hid deep inside.
Maybe it was her stubborn will to survive.
Maybe it was the silent voice inside whispering:
Not like this.
Not for them.
Not tonight.
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The Return
Lune went home with swollen eyes and a shaking body.
Her parents were waiting at the door, pale with worry.
Her mother grabbed her first.
"Lune… where did you go? Don't do that again. Don't scare us like this."
Her father cried silently—the first time she ever saw tears in his eyes.
They apologized without words.
They held her without explanation.
They didn't say they were sorry.
But their trembling hands said everything.
Yet Lune knew…
Love without protection is not love.
Care without understanding is not care.
This house was no longer hers.
This family was no longer her safe place.
That night, Lune made a quiet promise to herself:
"I will leave one day.
I will find peace.
I will build a life where no one gets to break me again."
And that was the night childhood ended.
Not with age.
Not with time.
But with truth.