Dear Diary

by Christiantwist

Luna decides to start a diary. She has some intense trauma that she needs to let out, and unfortunately, since her parents are the cause of said trauma, and they are also the king and queen, she can’t tell anyone about what goes on at home.

Author's Note

Please keep in mind that these first chapters are going to be written by a child. Therefore the structure of sentences, paragraphs etc are written from the perspective of a child. Trust me; it hurts me to read too at parts.

Also, this fic will have no swearing in it, but keep in mind that it is, in fact, rated mature for a reason. Therefore, be prepared to read about topics that would warrant such a rating.

At the end of each chapter I'll list warnings about what adult topics it will contain. I'm doing this for people who may not want to be spoiled.

Thank you.

Dear diary,

I don't know how to do this. I've just heard that other ponies write their feelings and stuff down, and I thought that might help and make me feel better and stuff, since I can't tell any pony about the stuff that's going on.

I guess I should start from when I was born and how I was born and stuff, so you really understand. My mom told me that I was only made so my sister could be alive. I guess she got sick and they needed some pony's blood to keep her alive.

So they had me. My mom tells me this a lot. She tells me that they never wanted me. She tells me they just made me to save my sister. She also tells me that they only keep me in case my sister gets sick again.

I just wish they loved me too.

But that's not why I wanted to write down my feelings. The reason I wanted to write down my feelings is because of what my dad does.

I only learned the name of what he does a couple days ago.

He rapes me, and it hurts.

But it doesn't hurt that much on the outside. Well, not like as bad as other things he does to me on the outside. But it hurts on the inside. A LOT!!

My dad has been raping me for forever. I don't know how long. My furthest back memory of him doing it was when I was three. Now I'm seven.

It's been going on for so long, and I just want it all to stop!

I want to just die sometimes. If I died, I could be away from all the bad stuff.

They don't want me anyways! They probably would be happy if I died.

Anyways that's all I've got to say.

My name is Luna by the way, and I'll have to come up with a name for you other than diary.

Author's note

WARNING! This chapter contains mentions of rape and implied child abuse.

So yeah. This chapter was short, but I figured that if a child could write, and they had the emotional maturity to put these thoughts and feelings to words (which I imagine poor Luna does in this world after the trauma she's experienced), they wouldn't write anything long and wordy. That's something you tend to do when you get older. I feel like kids get straight to the point.