Zeta Moon currently found herself sprawled out on her bed. The brand-new diary her parents had given her for her birthday clutched tightly in her hands. Of course, having a journal is a pretty typical thing for a teenager.

However, this diary represented more then a haven for her thoughts. Her parents gave her this diary. Except this was the first, she'd been given a genuine gift from her real parents.

Zeta Moon's birth name had been Kim Amy Moon. Her biological parents had been a highly affluent businessman and fashion model/designer. However, they'd perceived her birth as an obstacle to their happiness.

Philip and Helena never showed Kim any love or affection whatsoever. She didn't even have a proper bedroom and absolutely no toys at all. Instead, they'd leave her for hours on end to live their devil-may-care lifestyle.

Shortly after her third birthday, they put her into their car then drove to a strange building. Then without hesitation, dumped her on the doorstep as if she was garbage.

They didn't glance back or anything. They just took off, and suddenly Kim had found herself comforted by a social worker. She'd been dumped into foster care without a second thought.

Sighing, she opened the diary and started writing in pink ink her thoughts of her past.

"So many years have passed since that faithful day. But no amount of time can indeed wash away the pain. It's shocking how people say parents' love is unconditional or a mother's love is so powerful.

However, that wasn't the case for me. Then, of course, the following years weren't much better. Frequently changing foster families and in each one treated like a burden. All their real children could get away with anything. Except when it came to me?

My foster siblings could be as abusive to me as they wanted. The kids at school could be equally offensive. No one ever stepped in to help me. No one ever faced a consequence for their actions.

Everyone was free to mistreat, disrespect, and use me. Whether to use me as a scapegoat or a bank. Years of ill-treatment, including my foster families gaslighting me? How was I a problem child? I couldn't change the fact Philip and Helena dumped me.

I wasn't trying to be a burden. But to keep cutting me down? Always saying I was wrong? Yelling at me for being smarter then them? Calling me a freak simply because I practice Wicca?

It's not any surprise that I gave myself a makeover. Then ran to live on the streets. How many other kids run away and live on the streets when they're not accepted or welcomed in their own homes?

I only scarcely managed to get by. Why did fate have to be cruel to be kind? If fate didn't intervene and have me and Hiro/Kage meet? Then neither of us would've found the love, family, and acceptance we longed for.

If it weren't for our actual family, Hiro would never receive the help he required to treat his DID. Nor would I finally have a real home with loving parents. I'm delighted to have loving parents, grandparents, siblings, and lastly, a boyfriend.

I'm happy I'm attending SFIT with Hiro. I'm finally looking forward to my future. Yet, I'll never forget the pain, hurt, and dysfunction of the past. However, I'm finally home at last." With that, Zeta closed her diary before running downstairs to have dinner with her real family. Life isn't always easy, but it's worth it in the end.

Shine Brighter

Don't ever be afraid to shine. The sun isn't, and it rises brightly every day! Imagine what owning your light, in the same way, could do for you!