Obsessive ༣ MikaYuu

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Mikaela's Point Of View

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⠀May 6th, 2015

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⠀⠀⠀Dear Diary, ever since he saved me that one dark day, I couldn't even stop and think about him. He has been my hero, yet at the same time, he is my princess— and only mine. I've met his friends and grown to be accustomed to them, except his friend, Shinoa. Not to mention this, but she is his girlfriend, a snotty-revolting girl. I can't stand her, I hold such a large amount of fiery hatred that keeps on burning. It will never be ceased until he is mine. But for one thing, I did add more photos into my collection, and I am more than happy.

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⠀⠀⠀So, many of my friends have wondered why I have been keeping a diary, more specifically, about my friend, and commented that it was just... well, odd. I didn't see a problem in it, I just wanted to write down how grateful I am to have come across him— my princess that is also my hero. Sure, maybe I tend to also write my opinions about others whom I dislike, but it doesn't hurt them. It wasn't like I'd say it directly to their faces, I wasn't rude. In fact, I am the opposite of rude, but the sweetest person other's have ever known. I'm completely normal, an average college student who has a normal life!

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⠀⠀⠀Though, if I must say, my life wasn't always the average kind it was. When I was younger, about at the age of fourteen, I was finally adopted for the first time since my real family had gave me away. It was a bright and joy-filled day for me, the sun was out and proud to be shining its rays, barely were there any clouds, which I was thankful for. I was awoken by the councillors, an extremely large smile plastered upon their faces. And at that, I couldn't help but smile, too. I packed what I had, which wasn't much, and made my way down the stairs. Out of breath, tired of leaping down of stairs, my eyes met with a beautiful sight. My new mother, my new father, my new family. Now was a time where I simply couldn't hold back the tears of joy and ran to meet with my new family. Unfortunately, that happiness wasn't to have lasted long.

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⠀⠀⠀We exchanged many words of love and care, some things that I never had in my previous family, and it was what made my heart swell. But one step out of the adoption center, and I knew I had made a tremendous mistake. Oh, how Mother wasn't at all the sweetness filled person I thought she was, and I stared in awe at that. In fact, she was the worst. We made it back to the new home of mine, myself oblivious to the wrongness that so obviously shown. This home as they called it, was not at all what I would call a place we'd find peace and serenity. I still wonder to this day— why hadn't I run away?

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⠀⠀⠀This house was not a house ( okay, it was, but hell, it didn't even feel or look like a house ). The overall appearance of the building was horrific, the wood was a terrifying and disgusting shade of brown and black, some holes pierced inside. The windows were broken, all of them shattered as some pieces of glass were struggling to stay put, though anyone would know it was soon to come crashing down. Long, slim vines grew at the bottom, making its way up to meet the top. They almost looked like arms and hands reaching to hold one another, but only to fail as they began to overlap and become thick. It was a terribly sad house, whether it was living or nonliving— anyone could tell that wishing for death was better than suffering like this. There was nothing beautiful about this house, and it was exactly what brought me to another conclusion that this was a mistake.

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⠀⠀⠀"This house is horrible!" I commented, tongue slipping out in disgust.

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