Hilketa High (Divina's Perspective)

Love Off A Blade

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I never had a chance to be soft. I learnt to always bloody knuckles and shards of glass. I wanted people  to be afraid of hurting me.

Because way back then, jeers and laughter would ring through the air as those pip-squeaks who called themselves strong tossed me around and pushed me to the ground again and again. Sure it hurt, but I could take it. And that wasn't even the worst part.

Some people asked if I was ok, and a glimmer of hope would appear within me. I thought that finally -- maybe I had found someone who actually cared about me. But only now I realised how foolish I was.

Because every hand that reached out to pull me back up, would only shove me down deeper into the black hole the world created for me. And when the sadness hit me, it felt like I had lost me breath, I was drowning from within.

Maybe those kids were right. Maybe no one did love me. Maybe not a single person in this world would ever care about me. Dad left because of me, and Mom knows it. Now she doesn't love me anymore for what I've done.To her, her child's not here anymore. I am just a shadow, a person existing just for the sake of existing.

And if my family didn't even care about me, who else would?

She did. 

When all had been said and done, when all those words and actions had sliced wounds so deep they would never heal. She had been the guiding light I longed for in the dark. She had been the person who reached out their hand, and actually took mine to pull me back up. She had been the kind voice I needed to hear all this time.

She had been the only one who cared about me in a long time. Even if it was for just a little while.

I felt alive again. I felt like myself again. I remembered that the people who bullied and neglected me didn't matter. And even after we moved to Hilketa, I never forgot her. And I  never will.

When Dad first left, before Mom grew numb towards me, she told me that I wouldn't be getting a new Dad. That it would just be us two for a long time.

"Why?" My six-year-old self asked. "Why would you not want to fall in love again?"

"Because my dear," Mom replied. "I don't want my happiness to depend on whether a person loves me back or not. I don't want to stay awake at night wondering if they will leave. I don't want my feelings to be crushed when they eventually do."

She kneeled down to my level and looked me dead in the eye.

"Everyone is not who they seem. I learnt this lesson way too late, and I rather you not make the same mistake I did. Never fall for another person, because life isn't a fairytale. And true love, doesn't exist."

At that time, I took her words to heart. But now, I realised how wrong she was. A selfish, small-minded fool like her didn't even begin to comprehend what love really was.

Because true love did exist. If I had found mine, I believed that anyone could. I want my love. And I will get what I want.

Because when you're not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.

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Meanwhile somewhere else...

Third Person POV:

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"Say cheese!" A girl yelled.

*CLICK!*

A girl with fiery red hair and olive eyes took the picture and smiled. She then glanced at the girl before her and frowned.