𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥
I was bullied because of my disability, I lost my feet. I've suffered and fight alone until I've lost my mental health, the reason why she came.
When I was a kid, I got into an accident that made my life like hell. I'm no longer the loud and talkative Lhaina. Everyone dump me and they didn't even bother to save me.
My mom and dad died. There family didn't accept me because they see me as burden.
I got prisoned in our own house. Since I'm disabled, my auntie hired helpers who can take care of me, but I feel so lonely.
Everyday was a torture. Seeing my body incomplete made me weak. I look at the mirror every single day and ended up criticizing how disgusting I look like.
What if the accident didn't happened? What if my parents survived? What if I'm still the Lhaina they know?, But what for? It all messed up.
Then the night came where I am so exhausted and empty. I can appreciate anyone's care.
Night where Luna is so bright and Sol by her side sparkling in the dark, we've lost our game, "defeated" in the game of life.
"J-just end this! Your useless Lhaina, don't you see?! They don't like you here!"
"B-but Th--" Lhaina uttered before a sea of blood found in the crime scene.
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Death Note,
"Who ever read this, I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for stilling Lhaina's identity. In fact we're twins...mentally.
She's so soft that's why I've to take here position to protect her. But...but I failed, I can't...resist this human thing world, It suffocates.
I thought I can save Lhaina from judgement of toxicity, I thought I'm brave enough but I lost the game.
If I only listen to Lhaina, this won't happened.
"You know what Dhaina, they're always there but you push them away, you push me away."
Today I'll take the next step which is to End the game."
I'm Dhaina not Lhaina and I'm not the story, I'm just the story teller who murdered Lhaina.
THE END.
