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February 21st 2008

Moscow Russia

2 months six days

2 months  six days since the young child became an orphan

2 months six days she had been living in this h-ll 

2 months and six days it took for Miroslava to slip. and lose hope her mama would come and save her like she wished for every night.

She had been weak. and nobody weak would ever survive the red room


They'd put a bullet to her head to teach her a lesson on the second day there

she wouldn't realize it then but every single day she woke up her small hands handcuffed to the uncomfortable bunk.

Every day they'd train her make her fall to her knees and cry for mercy and beg for forgiveness her small mind questioning what she did to deserve this.

they'd punish her for it make her work ten times harder till she passed out of exhaustion and lock her in the chair all the young ballerina's feared. where she'd let out agonizing screams and yells of pain

"MAKE IT STOP!"

"MAKE IT STOP!" 

her brain would become blank and she'd make sure to never repeat that mistake ever again for she'd pay with her life.

Every single day her humanity would slip and slip with each target she killed every time she opened fire and bombed women,men,children,

Her humanity would drop till it was covered with the blood of her ledger 

Her humanity would drop till it left an empty shell of a ruthless coldblooded Assassin.

she wouldn't just lose her humanity she would lose herself, just like the others before and after her. 

And she wouldn't find it not for a long while 

if she could find it.

Now that was the reality of the 28 ballerina's with the Bolshoi

She would never fully heal 

Miroslava wouldn't realize it. not for a long while 










And she would not learn to live not for a longer time after that.

or ever again

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