Hi, I'm Shakiera Luna.
I'm eighteen years old now, and from the outside, my life seems fine.
People think I have it all—a house, a family, and money has never really been a problem.
But if you think about it, not everything you see on the outside is real.
There are things you can't immediately see—especially the pain that stays silent.
I'm not the biological child of the family I'm living with now.
I've been living with them for seven years, ever since my stepfather gave me away.
I was only eleven years old back then, just in Grade 6.
He blamed me for my mother's death, and since then, I've felt like I never truly belonged anywhere.
But even though we're not related by blood, there were people who accepted me.
They treated me like their own, and somehow, I felt loved.
But even so, it's not easy to forget the pain.
It's not that simple to erase everything that happened.
"Curse." That's what people used to call me.
They said that everyone who loves me… either disappears, gets hurt, or ends up suffering.
The first one to go—my father.
I was just a baby when he died, and even now, I don't know the real reason.
There were rumors that if I hadn't been born, maybe he'd still be alive.
I know it wasn't my fault, but ever since, I've felt like I was cursed.
Then came my best friend—he vanished, and up until now, no one knows what happened to him.
He disappeared like a bubble, and deep down, I feel like it's because of me.
And now… my mother's gone too.
Sometimes I wonder if there's a reason why all of this is happening—the pain, the loss, and all the heavy things in my life.
But there are also times when it just feels like fate is playing with me—like I'm a toy being pushed around for no reason.
Growing up, I found comfort in little things.
I love drawing and writing—they help me breathe.
I like taking pictures, even just of simple moments.
I'm also into computers, and I enjoy experimenting and learning how things work.
Sometimes, I dance and sing depending on my mood.
And when I want to relax, I cook or read books.
I love stories that make me feel something—even if it hurts, as long as it's real.
These are the simple things that help me get through each day.
I am Shakiera Luna.
And yes—this is my story.