The Unwanted Legacy

Ch-3:I think I know you

I had came up with the conclusion on sitting alone very far away from the underdeveloped species from the human population. I mean I fell into that criteria too (or so I thought) but I was also trash generated from somewhere in the depths of hell so I didn't really count.

I had even decided to avoid all the human interaction at all costs today, but what aggravated that feeling was when Mia came and asked if she could sit beside me, and I was in no condition to refuse to the cute baby face of hers so I let her. She kept on asking if I were unwell or anything and tried to tell her it wasn't the case but I think she caught my lie because worry was still planted on her face.

My head was aching alot, like one of those days. No, not periods, something not as bad but still not really fun. Flashbacks? déjà vus? I had absolutely no idea what to call them but I knew they were definitely pain in the ass. As I liked to call them, some photos and videos I never knew were saved in my brain, randomly appeared, from a blue ray disc, with most of them being extremely gruesome, capturing all the possible blood and Gore not even the most vicious of killers could imagine, the violent ones often depicted a really pretty young girl, around the age of sixteen, my guess was. Her frame was thin yet tall. She looked fragile as she stood beside some monsters. Her delicate hands wrapped around the hardest of metal chains, her brown hair in a beautiful braid. She just sat there emotionless, while the other things, which were just a background for me, kept on changing, but I didn't care as my eyes were focused onto those yellow coloured irises. I knew how wrong it was, for me to stare at a girl like the way I am supposed to watch a boy, but this was who I am, something I cannot change, unfortunately.

The other times, it was the same girl, but the plain white tunic was replaced by a beautifully ornate silk dress always in a different colour than the previous times I saw her, she was different, she surely couldn't have been the same as the former, because she behaved way too differently even though the audio was on mute so I couldn't hear what she said to an even taller man who stood upright in his three piece suit, his beard huge, reaching his chest and he was like really broad and he seemed angry all the time.

The whole ordeal about this, in my opinion was that, it was basically just my overthinking arse doubling up at some basic moments with some sort of unsettling feeling for me, like that footballer's expression when I ran, he had an evil, crazed glint in his eyes with a grin settled below. It didn't help at all when the teacher entered and no way in hell was that-

"Miss Sanchi?"

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In the memory of my childhood bestie who just passed away today 😭 she was too fucking young, the world is too cruel, she was barely even twelve when cancer hit her. I miss her alot. Yutika, if you are anywhere, just here me, I love you.❤

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