It was a dark night in Victorian London in 1854. A woman was giving birth to her human daughter Alison, nicknamed Ally. Ally was born on June 6th, 1854. This is when her life and story began. Ally grew up without a home, eventually finding a home when one of her mothers agreed to do some unspeakable things. They eventually moved into a home when they enjoyed their moment of peace. That peace, unfortunately, didn't last long. For however this is when the abuse began. Her mother Skye had started verbally abusing her but that soon escalated to physical abuse. Ally would find herself crying herself to sleep. She was very unhappy with this situation and it only grew worse as the days went on. Ally was being controlled by her other mother who then started manipulating her. She was very unhappy and took up self-harm to release her pent-up anger and emotional stress. It didn't get better once she tried suicide. Her mothers stopped her and brought her back to life using magic. It was now 1868 and Ally is now 14 years old. She finally ran away from her house and her sister had died the previous day due to a beating executed by her "mother" Skye. She was very unhappy and started questioning who she was in life considering the things that have happened to her. After everything though she took up magic. She learned how to cast spells and perform rituals and charms. She was excelling quite well at it. She decided that she was gonna use her newfound abilities against her mothers to pay for what they did to her sister. She was gonna seek revenge for what they did to Blake. She was so young she died at the age of 7 after Skye had mercilessly beaten her to death. Ally was outraged when she saw the blood-covered corpse that vaguely resembled the sister she once knew. She was heartbroken and that was the day she ran away. It was now 1872 and she finally graduated when she was heading back to her former home to get revenge for her sister she blasted down the door and prepared the most violent of spells to kill them. When she walked through the door she found her brother dead. Her first thought? Good, he deserved it for what he did. She found him with stab wounds and a knife coming from his back. She didn't want to remember the pain she went through after the incident. He was harsh to her in more ways than one. She never wants to remember what happened and she refuses to tell anyone. Not even people who are trying to help her.
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Collection of Short Stories and Unfinished Works
رعبSome long since abandoned stories from the past 5 years that haven't been finished and are permanently stuck in an unknown oblivion.