Dark souls

7|Crybaby

Missy didn't like those memories. 

They reminded her of all the bad times, how she was so naive and how she always let stupid boys step all over her. She didn't like that part of her life, even if she was still in that part of her life. 

She would always chose the toxic ones, she knew. It was like she went to the grocery store and picked out th most rotten apple. She knew they were bad, she could see it clearly, yet she still put the bad apple in her bag and went on shopping. 

There were many boys. All of them thought that they could take complete control of Missy. There were boys who believed that they were God, and that Missy needed to worship them and do as they say. There were boys who liked to see her cry. They would purposely say horrible things to her, laughing as her eyes begin to turn red and prick with tears. 

But Missy liked them. No matter what they did or said her, she knew that she was the best they ever had. She knew that they were liars, and cheaters, and sadists. But they would never, in a million years, find a girl like Missy ever again. Missy had a charm to her, and she knew it. 

She liked to show it off. She didn't even have to try. She talked with her honey-sweet voice and twirled her hair and it was over. They all loved her, they all wanted to either be her or be with her. 

The nuns at the orphanage called her a whore. But they were jealous too. They were jealous that they were fat and old and they couldn't show off their body like that. Sometimes the nuns punished her, but everytime they did, it just caused Missy to cut her skirt even shorter.

Missy was the type of girl who was electric, the girl you'd meet once and spend your whole life searching for her. She was the type of girl who made men swear she was the one. 

She walked wonderfully, swaying her hips from side to side. Her face was interesting. You wanted to look at her forever. Missy was the type of girl who could drive a man so crazy that his only choice would be to stick a bullet in her brain. 

Men would fall for her like criminals would fall after being shot in death row. She was so powerful, yet so naive. She holded so much power, that she never used. 

People on the street would call her unlucky. 

'Such a pretty girl, too bad your an orphan.'

'Don't show too much or don't be suprised if the boys touch you.'

'Don't be such a whore.' 

She hated when they reminded her that. But that was proof that she was always on people's minds. And currently, she has been in Tom's mind the most.