Ultra Blue Violence (Dabi)

Chapter One: Constellations

"You are one in a million stars." her mother said. Unique and shining bright with beauty and brilliance in the dark of night. You are the light to chase away the darkness. But what they don't tell you is that every star is four light-years apart from one another. A burning ball of gas held together by its own gravitational pull. A bright burning ball of gas floating utterly and entirely alone in space.

"Stars are beautiful." her father said. Twinkling in the dark like a tiny beacon of hope. But what they don't tell you is that when stars cannot maintain their own mass and their gravitational pull, they collapse on themselves and explode; you are suddenly an outcast. Hated and belittled, yet shining larger and brighter than any other star. An unacceptable form of society.

But it was society that caused the star to turn SUPERNOVA.

When you are burning bright, they love you. You are burning bright, surrounded by stars, but those stars are light-years away from each other. You are isolated and alone. They don't know what it's like to be a beacon of light fighting back the darkness which fights to engulf you every second of every day. The strain makes the heart weak. And slowly you lose yourself. You fold in on your own mind like the motion of a star seconds before it implodes. And then all that burning rage explodes, projecting outwards, and that darkness takes you as its victim.

"You are a constellation." they said. Multiple stars in the night sky all conjoined by an unseen line to make one shape. One picture. That picture speaks a thousand words, they say, But what they don't tell you is that people don't want to read all those words. They just want to see you as the picture and only as the picture and nothing else. They only see the outside and nothing deeper. Little by little, they'll pick you apart for all the wrong reasons.

That's how they judge you.

That's how they destroy you.

"Miya." a woman with brunette hair framing her face and a cheery smile, said. That's how she remembers her mother. Bright and cheerful. A bubbly personality that people always loved. Eyes bright hazel and filled with love. "Do you want to tell me what happened today?" the woman brought a four-year-old girl into her arms. With a tissue she wiped away the snot dribbling from her little nose.

"The boys." the little girl with brunette hair sniffled, clearly very upset by today's incident.

"What did the boys do?" her mother asked, soothing her untamed brown hair. Miya had her face buried in her mother's bosom, sniffling and sobbing, wetting her white work blouse with patches of salty tears.

They sat on the porch in the lawn chair under the cover of night. Cicadas played their tune to the sultry summer night. There was no sign of a breeze, only the cool absence of the scorching sun.

"They took my dolly." cried Miya in her mother's arms. "I tried to tell them to g-g... give it back, but they wouldn't." she hiccuped with a sniffle. Miya vividly remembers playing tug-o-war with her plastic doll with the boys on the preschool playground who took it. Pulling back and forth from one end of the doll and demanding Mike return Miss Delight. It was Miya against all five boys.

Mike, laughed in her face and Miss Delight's legs gave way. Mike fell on his behind with two separate legs in each hand, and Miya stumbled back with the remaining upper-half of her dolly. Her plastic face remained with white wide eyes and a plump smile that stared up at Miya's horrified face. She stared bewildered for a moment, unable to comprehend Miss Delight's missing legs beneath her school girl skirt.

Mike and his four other friend's burst into laughter, parading with the broken legs in their hands. "Ha ha!" they mocked. "She's going to cry!"

Miya's little round face bunched up and her nose screwed into wrinkles. There was so much emotion bubbling inside the four-year-old's body with no way to understand how to control it. White knuckles from clenching her fist too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent. Her face was red with suppressed rage, dumbfounded, shocked, sad, angry. (How dare they hurt Miss Delight.)