it started almost 11 years ago. she was a normal little girl, being naive, laughing and giggling at everything. genuinely nice and positive. she loved to sing and learn poems. loved to draw. loved to spend time with her parents.
7 years
but she soon learned that life is everything but easy. she soon learned that parents aren't perfect and that love isn't eternal. their screaming and yelling scared her. she would run to her bedroom, close the door, stick her fingers in her tiny ears and try to shut out the voices. the voices, which yelled things she didn't want to hear. things that made her sense the upcoming inevitable chaos.
8 years
a lot of things changed. her mother changed. drastically. very soon she had found a new man. he was nice. but the way her mother treated her wasn't. the smallest mistake would already cause big drama and screaming. the girl was too cheeky, they said. she still had a healthy soul. it started rotting. the girl cried a lot in her room, wondering where the mother she knew went, wondering why she wasn't enough. grades became the upmost priority. the girl wanted to run. run far away. she swore to stop making mistakes to avoid being a failure for her mother.
the first year she started to question love
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/ i want to tease my readers with ivy's background story, so i will sometimes slip in one of these /
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Randomivy's world is dark. she fled from her abusive mom, who treated her like a waste of money and space. she fled from everything that could've hurt her any longer but there's still a well known emptiness inside her chest. she still wants to die. die in...
