Dumxdplings Stories

It's her fault. That's what she thought. Well, it's hers. A little. Not entirely, but she's part of it. She belongs to that thing she hated, or her family rather. It wasn't her choice, it wasn't her will, it wasn't her. But things always get messed up, didn't it? She was blamed, herself blamed her, and forever will. She's a monster of her own. Now, it's just a past. But it leaves a scar on her mind. It won't fade off, it will never be. She tried again, this time more carefully. But things always get messed up, didn't it? She tried to run, as fast as she could. But the clock stopped. "Why? Why do you keep running away to us? To me, why'd you have to keep it all by yourself? Tell me!" Why would she tell? It's her's to keep. __ Dumxdplings.