"you know, for such a pretty thing, you sure are fucked in the head."
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Xavia was no stranger to violence, she was raised on it, craves it. the feeling of inflicting the pain, and the joyus feeling of nostalgic when she is receiving pain. but...
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11:45 PM June 22, 1997
Walking along the dirt turned mud path, a 6 year old, Xavia was dragging her shoes, uncaring of the damage it would do. She swerves off the course of the path, through a plethora of trees, to a little creek.
Xavia crouches down, her feet planted onto a mossy dirt covered stone. She reaches her hand out and sweeps her hand softly across the flowing water. Staring at the glistening water reflecting the moonlight, Xavia spots a water lily. Reaching down and brushing her fingers across the petals, Xavia was mesmerised by the sight of the flower growing in the small gap between two rocks.
The wind was howaling, whipping passed Xavias head. She lifts her attention up to her suroundings , spotting a wish dandelion, across the river, she menovers her way over the river by stepping onto some stones. She crouches down and blows onto the dandelion. Watching as the small seeds fly uo into the wind, hoping her her birthday wish, would come true.
