Gaga......she loved her new name. She stepped out of the airplane. Pencilled eyebrows,pencilled skirt. A delicate figure she displayed. Drawing the heads and eyes of many men and even women. Her hair was a dyed red with highlighted black strings. It was held in a bun with a fringe to cover her dark eyes. Dark eyes that held a dark heart which in turn held dark secrets.
As she waited for her cab, memories flashed before her like it was only yesterday.
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"Olivera get down here this moment." Miss Wilson shouted.
Hair unkempt, clothes tattered, barefooted, Olivera Twist stepped. The name is familiar isn't it?? Sarcastic really. The orphanage girl was named after the fiction character Oliver Twist.
"Get to work young lady. What were you doing??" She inquired
"Sorry ma'am I was cleaning...."
"Don't bother to explain. No excuses.....Rule 73. Now on the double."
Olivera knew she was different at age fourteen. She developed faster than all the girls in the orphanage even though they were all poorly fed. To her it was survival. She was a natural beauty.
Well-cut lips,an elegant nose, a mole, beautiful golden locks that basked in the sunlight,a wonderful figure and most intriguing of all.......greenish blue eyes.
No one knew where she was from. Mrs. Wilson just brought her into the orphanage one day when she was but 8 years old.
Olivera slept with both men and women in the orphanage to survive. It never hurt her, she never thought of it. Not because she felt nothing, but because she felt little. She was sexually and physically abused by those older than her and mentally abused by her peers and inferiors.
She knew she was different when she felt little emotions towards things. When she realized she had a duality of personality. When she realized she was self destructive. It reached the top when she killed one of the orphanage's sheltered dogs. She stabbed it repeatedly. Feeling nothing but a tingling pleasure and cold amusement. No one knew. She dragged it body and dumped it in the old cellar. It was discovered weeks later. And they couldn't recognize it was Bruno till they missed his absence. And her homicides didn't end there........
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Gaga remembered it all......when she was the young Olivera Twist. She sat in the taxi and headed on. How she hated that name....Olivera Twist. But she always did ask for more. Though it was more deaths.
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