Script I Wrote
--- Luna is talking to her therapist. She's sitting on a couch while her therapist sits across from her in a chair. Luna is talking about her life and how it could be worse, but it's still bad. Her thoughts are confusing, conflicted, and all over the place like flies swarming around in a jar. ---
(sighs) There's really no point in this life or whatever you wanna call it. And, okay,
maybe I'm mentally darker than most people and I tend to talk about death and blood more than
others. So what?!? It's not like I wanna kill everyone I hate... Well, okay, maybe I do wanna
kill my enemies...sometimes...but I could never kill anyone, even if I tried. I just don't
have the guts to do it. And just because I sometimes (rubs hand over wrist covered in scars)
you know...doesn't mean I do...it...all the time. I only do it when I want to scream.
(raises head, becoming angry) Oh? Would you rather I scream and yell and punch people?!
(grunts softly) Yeah, I didn't think so. S