In every birthdays, her optimism is slightly wearing off.
She tried to smile as bright as the sun, but the colours in her life are fading away like rusted metals.
Every day, her persecution sinks deeper into her skin. She lives off the constant naming and shaming. Her having many unknown rivals, no matter how big or small they were.
She came home, and jumped to her bedroom. And fell into a big sleep.
Her father peeked into the door.
"Yuuna?"
Soura budged a bit.
"Hngh..."
"Papa?"
She moved her body to the only front view possible.
Her eyes have widened.
Her dad edged a bit closer, and gave her a warm hug.
"Do you want your pyjamas sweetie?"
"Yes please."
He walked to the drawer and handed me a medieval-styled nightgown.
Dark blue, with a short skirt. It's sleeves were long and it had a triangle-necked open bit.
He handed it over to her.
"Thank you, papa!"
"Do you want to sleep with mommy and daddy?"
"Yes, I feel scared today."
"Ok, Yuuna."
She went the bathroom to go and change.
She untied her hair, undressed in her school uniform. She took off her flats, since she forgot to.
Afterwards, she put up her own clothes into the laundry, since it was a bit muddy. Anastasia was already tired, and before she was about to sleep, she faintly asked her this. "Are you okay sweetie?"
"Yes, mommy."
"Ok, good night~"
"G'night"
She gave her a little kiss on the forehead, and soon drifted to bed.
Soon, Takahashi joined both of them too, and the dreamworld was born.
Go too sleep, you lifeless family.
Outside, the plants were evergreen, and the roses remained scarlet as blood, under the everlasting indigo sky of agony and mystery.
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Cleaver Redhead
KorkuA girl stepped in. She was a mid-teen. A fair youth, who has been cut and smacked over and over again by her enemies. Her hair was glossy, but with a dark shade of blood red to oppose that gloss. She had fiery eyes which are both a sky blue and a b...
