The scorching pain from the hot iron seared Luna's back, a constant reminder of her mother's cruelty. For two agonizing weeks, she nursed the wound herself, the agony a gnawing companion. The voice in her head screamed for vengeance: "KILL HER, KILL HER, KILL LILLIAN! How dare she do this to you? Who does she think she is?" The voice had tormented her for 15 days, but Luna refused to succumb to its darkness. "Why sink to her level?" she thought, her resolve strengthened by the voice's malevolent whispers. "NO," she firmly replied, pushing the dark thoughts away.
As she struggled to find a way out, Luna realized she had to escape the toxic cycle. Her mother didn't want her; her presence was a burden. It was time to leave, to disappear from Lillian's life forever. And when her mother called out, "Luna, come do the groceries," Luna saw her chance. "This is the perfect opportunity to leave," she thought, her heart pounding with determination. With great difficulty, she stood up and made her way to the living room, taking the money from her mother without a word. As she walked out the door, she whispered a silent, final goodbye: "Goodbye, Mother. I've left your life for good, never to return again."