Good Night Luna

by Scribe Scribbles

chapter 8: The Funeral

Luna was in the backyard feeding the ducks. I tried not to worry to much if someone might see her. She was pretty good at making sure no one saw her during the day. I was siting on the couch when I felt hungry. I got up and opened the fridge and grabbed things to make a sandwich. A slice of bread, ham, pepperoni, pepperoni, cheese, pepperoni, pepperoni, ham, and finally, another slice of bread. Oh, and some hot sauce on each bread slice. Yeah, I got this thing. Well after absentmindedly making a sandwich, I walked over to the couch and sat down.

I took one bite of my sandwich when my phone rang in the kitchen. I set my sandwich on a plate and walked over to my phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi LT!" It was my mother. We continued to talk and after a minute Luna opened the back door and walked in. She sat down on the couch and started watching TV. I began to walk over still talking to my mom. I leaned over the back of the couch and saw Luna about to take a bite of my sandwich.

"Luna! No!" It was too late, she took a bite. I froze. She was chewing and nothing seamed to be wrong, but then she froze. Her face was of disgust. Before I could do anything she barfed.

"LT? What's wrong?" I hung up the phone and put it in my pocket.

"Luna?" I said after a pause. She didn't say anything, she shook, her mouth still open.

"What... what was that?" She shuddered. I didn't answer. "What was in that sandwich!?"

"... Meat." I said sitting down.

"MEAT?! You were eating meat?" She looked at me with disappointed eyes. I couldn't help but feel completely ashamed in myself.

"I-i'm gonna tell you something. e-everybody eats meat." I said slowly.

"WHAT?!" She looked like she was about to throw up again. "Everybody eats meat? Why?!"

"You remember the food groups I told you about? Well I left out a big group. Meat." I tried to reach out and comfort her, but she stepped away.

"WHAT?! They-" My phone rang again. It was my mom again and pulled out the battery and placed it on the table.

"Luna. Come here." I picked her up and held her close.

"Why?" She teared up. "Just why?"

"Just survival of the fittest."

"What? What? Why?" she looked up at me. Her big eyes flooded with tears.

"Never, never again!" I held her tighter. "If you don't eat meat, I don't!" We staid on the couch for an hour until she spoke again.

"I want them buried." She said.

"You what?"

"I want them buried!" She levitated the sandwich.

"Oh. Uuuh?" I didn't know how to respond to that. I didn't argue with it though, I got all the meat and brought them out to the backyard. I didn't worry about anyone seeing her, it was late late at night now. I looked up at the night sky, but didn't see any stars. The night was clear but there wasn't a single visible star. I grabbed a shovel from the shed and started digging a hole. I didn't say anything as I was digging. When I finished digging I looked at Luna to see her crying over the package's of bacon, ham, and pepperoni. I sat down next to her and ran fingers through her hair to try and comfort her. "Luna." I said softly. "If you can't-"

"No! I can do it." She levitated the sandwich and the meat into the hole. I took the shovel and slowly shoveled dirt into the hole. When the hole was filled Luna placed a rose on top. I sat down next to her for the last hour until she fell asleep. I carefully carried her in and laid her on the bed. I crawled into bed with her and held her close.

"Good Night Luna."

The next day I woke up a little later than usual. I sat up and looked at my desk where Luna usually was in the morning staring out at the moon. Today though she wasn't there. I went down stairs, but I didn't find her the kitchen. I went into the living room, but she wasn't there either. I looked out the backdoor and saw her sitting in front of the "grave". I walked out and keeled next to her. she was still crying.

"Luna. Come back inside before someone sees you."

"Why would someone-anyone do such a thing?" Luna looked up at me with those same huge, flooded blue eyes. Every time she cried and looked at me with those eyes, I couldn't help but fell this terrible anxiety.

"That's just the way life is and there is nothing you can do to stop. You can't morn over every single death in the world. The best you can do is just move on and try to be happy." I brought Luna back in and pored her a bowl of cereal. She ate slowly and was depressed most of the day, but she cheered up after I took her for a walk.

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[ponylover2]

please make a sequal i'm really enjoying this story