I guess you need an explanation. My name is Mya. My life was smooth sailing and I wanted to become an artist. A passion job. Well. Dad died, our main source of income. We were very poor and moved into an apartment, I had to work a lot to help keep us going, and my cousin became distant. I've blocked out his name and information. I love my little sister, she's perfect, but my life is still horrible, and mom hits me when i don't work a lot since she's
gotten very stressed lately.
Well, I got into an argument with my cousin and he is bigger than me, and mad. He grabbed one of those big toy cars you can ride, and threw it an me harder than I could ever imagine. All I remember was hitting the floor, blood flying as my head crashed into the concrete, lots of shouts, the pain, and waking up in the hospital.
Here I didn't have to work, here I was safe.
Mom has a big stash of old sleeping pills, I told Lillie (my little sister) I needed them for my injury.. I just couldn't go back there, and they thought I was in a coma. Every time I awoke, I'd take more, and before I knew it, the addiction took over.
My cousin never visited me.
I had to go back.
I had a long life ahead. It was too late. But when I died.. well, I didn't know I was dead, I was taking so many pills that my mind just kind of.. stayed there. My soul won't move on. But I'm still asleep, I don't know what this state is called, but I can't escape. I remember the day I found a wounded street cat covered in green paint, I called it silly, it died a few months later. That's sad, I loved silly, I almost saw myself as silly, and if I was in a kind of.. eternal lucid dream.. I be simular to silly since he was ao important in my eyes.... wouldn't I?
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SILLIES SUPER FUN WORLD!!!!!!
De TodoOC STORY :33! Also this isn't Bugbo I just put the tag because it's referenced and there's a crossover soo ye (I'm hyperfixated) and if I add any other unrelated tags it's prob the same thing. *JOIN SILLY AND THE PALS ON FUN FILLED ADVENTURES FOREV...
