A young girl, aged only 6 years old. Was blessed with unreasonable beauty, men of all ages wanted a look at her. When she was old enough she learned how to play the violin. She was graceful never dipped below the b minor scale if not required. Her mother said it was talent. Everybody loved her and soon forgot about the young girls twin. Who sat in the dark cursing her own beauty as well as her sister. Her mother and father hatted that the forgotten twin was not perfect, so she was cast aside. Hidden at gatherings, given small amounts of food each night. She soon said she had enough. As one of the many public gatherings where going on she decided to end it all, walking down to her parents, she looked them both in the eye and told them these exact words "why do you hide me? Is it cause I'm not perfect like my sister. I could have been taught but you pushed me aside now I will make you feel pain and loss, grief and destruction" staring at their little girl her parents where surprised at only 10 how did she know what these words meant. They didn't have long to think before the forgotten twin pulled out a gun from a little pocket in her pink dress. She waved good bye to her parents and the sound of a gun shot echoed through the halls of the large family manor. The other sister stopped playing her precious violin in horror, dropping it to the ground in shock, snapping strings and breaking wood. The once beautiful object of pure bliss now destroyed. Crying out to her lifeless sister she ran to her side, the perfect girl was now shattered, broken and scarred. She hatted violins and guns from that day on. When she was 13 on her birthday her father gave her a new violin. Shuddering at the thought of her sister. The not so perfect teen took the lovely violin and burned it not being able to bear that she could live but not her twin, not her beloved sister who she forgot all about. The perfect girl standing watching the violin burn had flaws, mental disorders. Teeth that where no where near strait. And a broken heart.
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violent violins and gentle guns
Horroran actuall memory from my messed up childhood