Luna has a late-night drink.

>The slaughterhouse was full of screeching human cattle.
>Number 887139 was next in line.
>She did nothing to deserve this, and yet she knew it was all she deserved.
>The bolt gun lowered.
>Number 449661 began to weep bitterly.
>"No! No! Please no! I'll do anything!"
>The bolt gun aligned itself to the center of Number 747295's forehead, aiming slightly down toward the cerebellum.
>"No! Please God no! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! No! Noooooo-!"
>Luna awoke.
>Death was too good for her.
>Luna went downstairs and fixed herself a stiff drink.
>Her only friend, the only one who wouldn't, couldn't judge her, Johnnie Walker.
>It was the fifth nightmare this week.
>Everything she did was wrong.
>Everyone hated her.
>Condemned to die before she could breathe.
Creak, creakity, creeeeaaaaak.
>Someone was coming down the stairs.
>Luna didn't care enough to hide like she normally did when she drank at night.
>"Luna? Honey? I know you're here. I wanna talk."
>Rita looked into the dining room, and a tuft of white hair peeked in just behind her.
>Luna downed the shot and began to pour herself another while Rita and Lincoln sat at the table with her.
>Rita stuttered a few words of concern, but Lincoln was able to pick up the slack.
>"Luna, I'm worried about you."
>Luna glared buzzedly at Lincoln.
>"Fuck you, you little narc. Nobody's worried about me."
>"No, really, I am. Because I love you a lot."
>Luna finished her second shot and finally took a good look at this impromptu intervention.
>Rita and Lincoln had masks of snickering worry on their faces.
>Just like always, people would feign interest and proceed to ignore her.
>Even her own family.
>Luna sat and watched tears drop into her shot glass.
>No one cared.
>No one at all.
>Luna felt an embrace of pure, unadulterated, unconditional love and affection.
>It was Lincoln.
>And Rita. No, mom.
>Dad had come down too, and the hug pile only grew from there.
>Soon, an entire family surrounded Luna, all willing to pitch in.
>Luna's waterworks only grew more and more desperate.
>The world is so fucked.
>But we won't end it tonight.