1.03.2008

Insensitive bastard.

And AGAIN, Miraye stopped.

"I don't have a mum, quite frankly." She once again picked up her pace, silence following her down the gravel. "She killed herself in front of me when I was two. Suicide. Death. It didn't matter to her. I was an error in this world, she was poor and couldn't raise me. So, only way to solve her problems was to stab herself in front of her daughter, last words uttering from her lips, 'Mistake'. Well, that's the story of my sad, miserable life. If you excuse me, I'll be crying now."

Miraye wasn't really crying. She was holding back some tears, painful memories of how this whole story went. She remembered every detail, and then Seryale would come along, just to hurt her. She was never really loved, never cared for, but don't bother pity 'pinky'.
Everything's her fault, after all. She is a mistake, after all. She grinned slightly, eyes shifting to an unconcious pale blue.
Miraye chuckled hysterically to herself. It grew louder, and eventually reached to the ears of the group behind her.
"Goodbye, mother..." she chuckled.

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