Have you ever met someone that in a different world would have been perfect. Would have loved her kids and loved her wife, that would know how to love, that wouldn't cry at night and have panic attacks at the touch of a person. Well I knew a person like that, I knew a couple people like that and out of all of them she was the most fucked up, the most demented, the most fragile person I ever knew. She should have loved herself but she didn't, she shouldn't have called herself a murder but she did. She should have been able to handle the cards life dealt her, but instead it broke her. She would have been one of the people I called Broken Girls. The ones who popped pills, slit their wrists, and cut words into their skin. I only knew three Broken Girls, but she was the worst and those other girls broke her instead. Here's her story and my part in it because I'm just like her. A cutter, a manipulator, and last of all a pathological liar. She should have been my soul mate but instead she turned out to be my worst sin. No pun intended. We in a perfect world would have been perfect for each other she would have been the person Id want to spend the rest on my life with but my path went to deep and her secrets tainted her and myself. Our secrets alone were enough to ruin an empire and we let them, we let the world hate us and we let the only thing that matter was keep our secrets, exactly that, secrets. She didn't even know my real name and I wouldn't allow her to know about my past or the people I had coming after me because in the end she was already broken And I didn't need to break her more with my secret past and my secrets. But little did I know I never had a choice. Never knew how much doing something so little could effect my life. Affect the lives of everyone of thee fae.
