I didn't tell Celestia what I saw in the bathroom. I didn't tell anyone. It was best to keep it to myself. It was best to not even think about it. But I couldn't. I wished that I didn't say though things to him. I knew that he hurt me but that didn't mean that I should hurt him. A part of me liked that I hurt him. But another part was hating myself for it. Why did I tell him though things? I should of waited. I should have left. I should had never talk to him. But why did I?

“Damn it, Luna. Stop thinking about it. It wasn't real. It was all in your head.” I kept trying to tell myself that. But was it? Was any of this real or was I going mad? “Just stop thinking about it.”

It wasn't easy, though. Mostly because l didn't have a lot to do. My day was mostly going back and forth with sleeping. Along with constant tossing and turning, I was mainly under my covers. I didn't get up for anything. Not to eat, not to use the bathroom, nothing. I didn't even get up to rised the moon. I wasn't in the mood to do anything. I allowed Celestia to do all of the work. All I did was still stay in bed. It wasn't like that I liked being alone. It was just easier to be alone. It was around midnight when I got out of bed and trotted to my window. I used my magic to open it and stuck my head out. The cold air felt nice. I closed​ my eyes and tried so hard to forget about everything including the world. Sometimes I needed​ it. Sometimes I needed to clean my mind of everything. It was the only way that I knew of that would keep me sane. The only way I knew that would keep me from going crazy. But the moment like these could only last for so long. Moments like these would have to end. I signed. I closed the window and went back into​ bed.

The next time I opened my eyes was when I started to hear voices. I couldn't make out what they were saying for they were talking all at once. My vision was also burry so I couldn't make out anything. I couldn't even tell if I was in my room. I could only make out these big tall black figures that surrounded me. I didn't know who they were or what they were. I was going to get up and ask them what was going on when I realized I couldn't move. It was like I was glued to the bed. I struggled and struggled but I couldn't move. My arms and legs were stuck. I laid there helplessly, hoping and praying that it was just a dream that I would wake up from. One of the black figure then walked up near my face.

“No! Get away from me!” I yelled. He didn't listen to me. I could feel it breath on me. He opened it's mouth, revealing its sharp blood stains teeth. I started gagging and coughing, trying so hard not to throw up. He started petting my head and rubbing my face as its claws travel down my body. He then got onto the bed and got on top of me. This caused me to struggle even more. But it was no use. I started breathing really heavily as his face came closer to mine.

“Stop! Please! Don't hurt me!” He lowered his head to my ear.

“Why are you running from us?” he whispered​. “Why are you ignoring us?”

I said nothing. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know anything, but it had seem that none of them believed me.

“Say something. I know you can hear me.” He lifted his head back up and just stared at me. I said nothing. I tried to make out what he looked like but because of my vision, I couldn't.

“Well, say something. Why aren't you saying anything! SPEAK!” All I did was stared. I couldn't say anything. I was too scared too. “Come on! SPEAK! Say something. Come on!” He kept yelling and yelling into my ear. My ears felt like they were going to brust.

“Stop! Please stop!” I cried. He stopped yelling and smiled as he started playing with my hair.

“Was that so hard?” He said playfully. I felt tears forming in my eyes. “They know who you are. They know who you are, Luna. I know who you are.”

“Who are you?”I screamed. He came closer to me and whipser it into my ear. But I couldn't make out what he said. “What?” I asked.

“You been warned. Keep your eyes open. Cause I will be watching you.” Before I could say anything, he, with both of his claws, grab a hold of my neck and started to squeeze it tightly. I gagged as the air from my lungs were literally being taken away from me. I struggled with everything I had to try to get him off of me. But I still couldn't move. I knew this was it. There was nothing I could do. I gave him one final look and barely managed to get out these last few words.

“Sorry... sorry.”

Author's Notes:

This chapter was inspired by nightmares that I really had. I hope you enjoyed it.
Sorry that it was short.

Till next time