Everyone died. Broke up. Ruined friends. Fears. Just keep leading to sadness. Mira knew that.
What if everything. What if...... Thoose words was stuck in Mira's head. What if.
Even she died, but she was standing on here the ground. She was solid. She dies didn't she. The horrid memories of when her brother came home. He was mad, so he grabbed the bat and started beating her badly. Then mom, and dad came in.
He started beating them too. Blood everywhere. Mira still had some energy left. Just enough to look up to see her brother get shot by....his own gun.
Mira flopped to the ground, the memories calming back. Crying near.....Jason Heartily, her boyfriend. He died too!?!?! Everyone gone, poof from the very world.
"Cry little Mira, don't let go of the life you had
Stay there for me I know
Don't see the monsters under your bed anymore
See the pretty little ponies run free
My sweet child don't let go
For he will come to save.....me and you." Mira sang quietly to herself.
The same lullaby that her mother sang to her to sleep.
Now her mothers gone from existence.
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How I feel
RandomMira had a difficult time exempting feeling and giving them to others.