The promise of liar || past, self-para (HRTask)
Trigger warning, suicide.
Notes: Writers block is killing me and omfg, i'm not sure what happened to this, so i'm super sorry dsjfhsd.
"Memories, swarm to the brightest point visible within the midst of the darkness, like a shell of dust, rapidly dancing around a dying star".
Painfully intrusive, if not as equally as twisted whispers and stubborn taunts of siblings acting out against each other as they carelessly played up against all expectations towards the stereotypical presumptions of children; invasively claimed the very sanity of a once so painfully tranquil family home. Luna's brothers constantly at one another's throats as they boisterously polluted the air with incessant scraps of dominance and as only imaginable, her sisters were diabolical together when left to their own devices as they harmlessly squabbled over the most ridiculous of matters. Although, most unexpectedly the childish taunts and predictable mocks of each other, were nothing within comparison towards the haunting screams and merciless bellows of a dauntingly terrifying tone of authority which caused for the young brunettes spine to ache with sickening discomfort each time a stern syllable left the pale lips of her supposed father. Him, reduced to nothing but a sickeningly cruel man of whom never cowered from laying a spiteful hand upon his children within order to barbarously establish some type of barbaric authority among them, the peak of his intense rage never failing to fall, so tragically upon Luna's tormentingly frail shoulders. Almost as if she was merely destined to live a life of submissively accepting punishment, for crimes of which even she never recalled committing.
Yet unbeknownst to all, this argument was destined to be one of which in years to come would dramatically stir Luna from her lucid slumber as her haunting cries and terrifying memories of childhood, were the ones to strain so mercilessly from her lungs as her despair recklessly consumed her. Viciously prying upon her beneath a devastating haze of traumatizing torment, yet the type of torment which she knew more than anything, she could never share with another, because within hindsight her unnervingly fake bravado and sickeningly confident exterior, was a mere illusion, yet no one cared to look past it.
Each hauntingly stern gust of wind knocked mercilessly upon the window panes, as the incessant scrape and stomach twisting grind of twigs upon the glass only added towards the unforgivably eerie atmosphere, as a painfully young, sixteen year old Luna, remained securely positioned beneath the mattress of her mothers bed. The child, possessively hidden away from the haunting commotion in which dramatically engulfed the atmosphere of their dauntingly spacious surroundings. Her slender fingers remaining restlessly tangled within her mounds of thick, dark locks as she fought so strenuously, to ensure she muffled the sounds of each unforgiving hiss of torment as it sternly passed through her fathers dramatically locked jaw. The haunting sounds, twisting mercilessly through the slits within the vents, located dominantly throughout the house, which in no way resembled a home.
The young girls heart had been palpitating raggedly within the restraints of her ribcage for what had seemed like hours, as her slender fingers sternly grasped at her skull within desperation to somewhat muffle the sounds of the dramatic commotion coming from the room located directly beneath her. Each stubborn tremble of fear and weakness, aching restlessly throughout her slender frame, accompanying every strenuous whimper and cry of her mothers in which so painfully seared through her hauntingly exposed senses, as the child remained vulnerably huddled within fetal position, beneath her mothers mattress for intensely craved comfort.
No matter where one attempted to hide it was no secret to any that all, were forced to endure the haunting fate of such a heated establishment of dominance, between those of whom so selfishly vowed to protect the young lives of the Sullivan children. The blood was pulsating strenuously throughout her very being as each horrifyingly trapped scream of despair, caught restlessly within her feeble throat caused for her stomach to twist, with evident torment before finally a dramatic slamming of a front door was to be the unnervingly stubborn effect of which simultaneously pulled Luna from her horrifyingly traumatized daze as the man of whom she felt obliged to call her father, had granted her mother mercy by releasing her from his sickeningly cruel clutches as he refrained from adding physical abuse, along with the mental torture of which he so dexterously exposed Luna's mother too, as well as Luna herself.
Without hesitation, the barbarously coldhearted man stormed restlessly from the house as his unnervingly heavy boots, flicked merciless shards of dirt upon the staircase, dramatically highlighting his rapid exit, as an almost ironically deafening silence rapidly engulfed the entirety of their surroundings. Mere seconds passed as minutes and those minutes as haunting hours as nothing but the piercing shrieks and cries of her mothers, were to hauntingly invade the females senses. Though however much the young girl and her siblings, of whom were hidden within various positions in the house ached to run to their mother and comfort her in any way they could, she'd told them that no matter what they heard or who entered the house, they were not to move from their positions, until she and only her, came for them. Luna, remembering nothing but the dramatically heightened whimpers and whines, of which so mercilessly cascaded through the vents within the walls, until finally each stubborn whimper and wail of despair; was eventually replaced with the sickening crack of which heavily replicated a whip yet, of course the haunting arrival of such a traumatizing sound, was no cracking of a whip. But the stubborn scraping of a stool of which was used to stand upon, before the young girls mother, took her finale leap of faith into the unknown, as without a seeming hint of regret, she'd taken her own life and with it, taken Luna's too.
The days to follow, after the discovery of her mothers body, hanging lifelessly within the kitchen of the family home, were as only imaginable a haunting facade of unnerving devastation and heartbreaking despair, as despite all request, Luna stubbornly refused to leave her spot located beneath her mothers bed, acting solely upon the woman's instructions; naively awaiting her mothers return. Yet already, the very essence of her mother began to fade just as rapidly as it appeared, as the cologne of her fathers upon the satin sheets remained hauntingly etched into every last fiber; dominating the elegant scent, of a woman. The scent dramatically twisting her stomach as the sickening aroma stubbornly plucked and pulled upon each of her worn muscles. Maliciously twisting upon each organ as her larynx burned, with every dangerously forced rasp of breath. Despair had her stubbornly secured, within its sickening clutches as she so viciously fought to claw her way to its surface, aching to free herself from his torturous burden, yet her efforts remained to no avail. She was heartbroken, furious, vengeful and confused all at once as each sickeningly prominent emotion stung viciously throughout her hauntingly feeble frame. Yet of course she held no physical recollection of her mothers death, merely pain ridden memories, of her own, inner turmoil which understandably were to haunt her, every pitifully prolonged day.
The woman of whom so carelessly blessed a being so young with life, had cruelly snatched it from within her feeble grasp, leaving the girl nothing but a stubbornly forced goodbye and the fading stench, of the once so hauntingly familiar perfume of which had brought a life so young such comfort, but now, it brought her nothing but tragedy and the haunting reminder, of a liars promise.