I can no longer rewind this clock...
♫⊰ Memories of the lost... what's broken cannot be mended~
Luna had grown up in Germany, in a high class family. Picking up her first violin at age six, Luna immediately fell in love with the instrument, playing it day in night, going from Mozart, to Chopin, to Bach. At the age of nine, Luna began to enter herself in contests and such. Her first competition earned her fourth place, but Luna was determined to press on. Slowly but surely,the girl practiced and practiced, improving as best she could, finally earning first place at age thirteen. From then on, Luna began to expand to bigger competitions, farther places, gaining more and more fame in Germany as the young violinist. Luna's life seemed perfect; she experienced so much joy just from a simple instrument.
But then, everything fell apart, when Luna was injured in a car accident while rushing away to a concert. Luna lost extensive use of her hands, only able to make small movements with them, and nothing more. The girl was then diagnosed with PTSD at the age of fifteen. Luna had lost the joy in life; the ability to play the violin. She began to search for something, anything, that would rekindle this joy.
At the age of sixteen, Luna resorted to drugs. She loved the exhilarating feeling it gave her, it was so close to the feeling she'd had while playing the violin, and the girl soon became hooked on it. She tried just about any drug you could imagine, taking them, getting high on them, and making bad decisions, including one that resulted in her loss of virginity at age seventeen.
At one point, Luna overdosed on drugs when she was eighteen, but was quickly found out by her parents, who then sent her away to rehab. Luna was devastated. The feeling of euphoria was now gone forever. She couldn't do drugs, she couldn't even play the violin. In a fit of rage one day, Luna threw her precious Stradivarius to the ground, breaking it into pieces.
A year later, after getting out of rehab, Luna attempted to fit back into modern society. However, she was instead overcome by a wave of reporters, attempting to come up with a news story about the violinist who could not play any longer. Luna was again reminded of her past, how she used to enjoy the simple sound of a stringed instrument. However, her newer 'reformed' personality merely stayed silent, though inside she was a raging storm of emotions. Finally, on the third day after arriving back into her own home, Luna climbed to the top of her thirty story apartment building, and took a dive off the top, attempting to end her life. However, instead of dying like planned, Luna instead fell into Wonderland.