Connected

Tears: A Crying Heart

When you cry,
Your soul is bleeding

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May 16th 1993
A newly born little girl is left stranded in the desert, fresh water flowing freely from her face; two personal rivers in this arid hell. This little girl, only two weeks old, didn't even know what was happening to her; she had been in her mother's arms one moment, the next she was face down in muck that felt like sandpaper on her young innocent face. Many hours passed, enough to amount to days. Not a minute is spent by her without liquid pouring from her blue eyes into the course earth, blood replacing the water that ran out after the first twenty-four hours.
Soaking up the tears, the earth took pity on this girl; nourished her from itself. This circulation continued for months, tears of blood soaking the sands, then the same sands soaking through the little girl's pores. It was three months before a young explorer discovered her semi-lifeless body.

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August 27th 1997
A five year old girl starts throwing a tantrum, stamping her little feet on the pavement, droplets of water start shooting up out of the earth almost magically around her. She doesn't like being denied what she wants, she has gone through too much already; why should she sit by and get pushed around some more? She just wants to be heard. Heard and respected.
The tiny droplets gather to form bullets of moisture. As the girl screams her rage, the bullets of water shoot towards every living being, man, woman, animal or human; shredding their bodies into tatters.
And then it was over...

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November 22nd 2001
The girl's new adopted father had neither cared for her, nor taught her. Everything she had learnt, she had learnt herself. She had no name in her past life, or in the life she now lived; if she had taken one, noone would respect it or use it, such was the way with orphans here. Truth be truth, it would make things worse for her.
Her father had only given her enough nutrition to survive, while he ate feasts almost every night; and he would have let her starve too, if the current government hadn't made absolutely certain that she was kept alive. At this time of military struggle, she was a valuable asset; powers such as her's were uncommon - but not unheard of. If they could enlist her to the war force, they could become truly unstoppable.
She had also been completely isolated; kept in the house at all times, away from the doors and windows. Once she had made the mistake of peaking through the window at the world. Her father had looked up and seen her face filled with awe; quickly he had walked towards the house, to her room, and beat her steadily for an hour leaving her bloody and close to the edge of death.

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December 13th 2003

Meditation is her only pass time for long periods of the day; which is good for keeping her mind busy and her temper in check.

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January 3rd 2005
Eleven and a half years had passed since the little girl had been found in the dessert. Six and a half since her power had been recognised; since her second birth. Since then however, she had tried to keep her cool for fear of what she had witnessed when her temper grew too large for her mind to control before; of course, not many people like witnessing a massacre of their own doing, except the truly sadistic. She defiantly wasn't.

Still that day haunts her...

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July 15th 2006
Her fuse ran short... then out.
She had received nothing for her birthday, and had not asked for anything. She wasn't happy at all. Reaching her age of rebellion, however, was merely part of the cause of the series of unfortunate events that ensued her thirteenth birthday. She was growing rapidly and needed more food, food she wasn't getting; this was another reason why she decided in her heart that things should change.
Curiosity caught her soon after this mental affirmation. Her father went to work early that day. Realising that she was alone, she finds herself climbing through two windows, the short window of opportunity, and the large window of the dull second story living room. Running full pelt towards the town closest to the house, she didn't realise that her father worked in the market there.
There was so many wonderful things she was witnessing, children running free through the streets, people talking, laughing with each other. The scene fills the girl with joy; this joy however is extinguished by an enormous rage.
This rage is magnified colossally by her father running up to her and pulling her back to the house by her hair.