"Roses don't know when they're dead."
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Ironic, isn't it? Aria, The Kalos Queen is wrapped in wealth & popularity. She's somebody who small children dream to be like one day, who adults admire for her throne at the top. Her spot in the societal h...
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A/N: Shauna is a bit too crazy, so here's a retcon LMFAO
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14 Years ago
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Shauna doesn't remember much about the place. Only a few things here and there that would come back in sporadic and blurry flashbacks, that for the most part, remained largely indecipherable.
However, from what she has pieced together, it had always been cold, empty & quiet. A place of isolation from her already lonely world.
There were never any other children, but the toys in the patient lounge always seemed to be in a different position from where she would usually leave them.
She remembers there being a specific doll that she loved, because of how much it reminded her of herself. To the six year old her, it was like looking in a mirror.
The dark painted plastic that represented skin, covered with smudges and chipped paint. The shortly cut wig of brown hair that sat on it's head, with large chunks of it missing, leaving bald spots littering her scalp. Not to mention the giant hole in the middle of it's chest that she could stick her finger through.
Looking back on it now, it was pretty morbid. Especially for such a young version of herself to draw parallels with.
But it had happened, intentional or not.
It had been her favorite doll ever-since her official diagnosis. Not that she had understood any of it at the time.
She recalls sitting in that small doctor's office, watching her parents crying, holding each other, and looking at her with such pity. For years that disgusting look never changed. It was always there, always lingering.
The memory gnaws at the back of her mind.
Judging by their reactions when it occurred... she knows it wasn't anything good.
The doctor had a raspy voice. One that sounded like it had been strained a lot in it's youth. It was unpleasant and harrowing, but despite that, the words he spoke still stuck to her like glue.
He had begun listing off potential things that could end up being wrong with her to her parents. Essentially, he was listing all of things that were wrong with her in the present day. "Difficulty with social interaction, engagement in repetitive behavior, standing firm on beliefs and intensely focusing on rules and routines..."
