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Backstory Blurpt - Mita

i'm going in death order hNG

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"Aina, come downstairs for dinner!"

The voice that replied was harsh and unforgiving. "Mom, you know that isn't my name! And tell Dad to stop snooping around in my stuff! God."

There was no reply. Mita slammed her door shut, eyes dark with hatred at the sound of her mother's voice. She was so useless! She would always just pat Mita's back - "You're going through a phase." She'd say. That wasn't even the reason she was angry most of the time.

She had a good look (in her eyes) going for her - dark, messy hair with streaks in it, a nose piercing, two spiky earrings in the left ear and nothing in the right, even a lip piercing, and black makeup, lipstick, nail polish, and the sleeveless merch of her favorite heavy metal band on. Her room was very similar, with posters and signed objects hung up all around.

She tended to hide a lot of her newer stuff in a small chest under her bed she told her father was full of feminine products, so he never touched it. In reality, it was shirts, rolled-up posters, toys, and a mask she bought for that one kid who always sat outside with the rocks. If her father found out it wasn't what he thought it was, well, he'd probably get pissed.

What does he do when he gets pissed? He takes all of her stuff, brings it outside as Mom just watches, doesn't do jack shit to help Mita out as Mita begs him to give her stuff back.

He doesn't care. He just sets all her shit on fire and destroys it when he gets angry. Failing a class? Say goodbye to that poster you waited two hours on a line for so that the band would sign it. Snuck out (again)? That expensive designer makeup is going, too.

Mita was snapped out of it when she heard a soft knock on her door. "Aina, dear, please. Can we talk about this? This... goth phase you're going through? It's hurting me. You used to be such a sweet little girl-"

"I'm not sweet, and I'm not your fucking ' little girl ' anymore! My name is Mita, Mom! M-I-T-A!" She screamed through the door.

"Don't give me that tone!" Her mother yelled back.

"Why shouldn't I? Whenever Dad takes all my shit you spent money on, you don't help me at all! If I let you in, how am I supposed to know he's not there waiting to find something else to burn to shreds?!" While fighting, she grabbed her bed (it wasn't attached to anything, she could move it pretty easily) and moved it so it was blocking the door, putting a chair on top of it around the knob so the door would be harder to open.

"Young lady, open this door or I'm opening it for you." And she was right. Dad was there. "You're failing three classes. You were an honors student year-round in 7th grade - what happened?"

"What happened was that I didn't keep turning into a brainwashed zombie like the rest of those bumbos did," she shot back, sliding under her bed and grabbing the chest. "This is just my life, Dad. If you don't like me, kick me out. I'd be happy to leave."

"A-Aina!" Her mother proclaimed. "You know we both love you! We'd never do that!"

"If you ' loved ' me, you wouldn't take all my shit and burn it!" Mita screamed as she opened her room's window. Being on the first floor made it easy to sneak out - she did it nearly every night, either to go do illegal things (like stealing chocolate bars from stores) or to talk to the rock dude.

The door started pounding, and Mita chuckled as her father screamed, "What are you blocking the door with?! Open this door at this instant!"

He continued to shout, and she slipped out through the window and started running.