Luna
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Twilight
"The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness, but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen." - Shannon L. Alder Life is hard when you feel like the whole world is against you. Over time it makes you anxious and depressed. You soon start to feel like those demons have eclipsed over all the happiness in your life. It feels like nighttime all the time, but not the beautiful nighttime where the stars light up the sky and the moon is shining through your window making it look like a magical paradise. No it's the nighttime where you can't see anything, no beautiful light shining, no magical paradise. It's the one where you cover up your entire body because you see monsters in the shadows of your room. The one where you're apprehensive because of the fear of something bad happening to you. It's the one where all the demons come out to play. I was supposed to be named after the beautiful type of night. More specifically the moon. My mom said she named me that because I shined bright in the darkness through all her times when she had me. If only she knew that wouldn't be a great name for me in the future. *TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF DRUG ADDICTION, SEXUAL ASSAULT, AND ABUSE*
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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