The Holiday

The Holiday

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jan 12, 2014
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December twenty fifth is usually associated with joy, happiness, laughter, basically everything that makes you cry tears of joy. When your Christmas arrives, you'd probably wake up and run to your parents shouting, "Santa came! Santa was here!" And then you go to open the gifts under the Christmas tree. It usually a good for everyone. It's supposed to be one of the most favored days of the year. But then they came. An entire army of them. They ravaged through the entire world, murdering people into the billions. They tortured millions more just for fun. They'll take you and set you into devices that'll slowly rip you apart. And they laugh at such violence like its the Comedy Central Roast. Freedom and happiness are things you would have had, but now, just consider them a memory. Or a lost cause. But some of us haven't given up. Some of us want to fight back. By some, I mean me, Alexander Ghresheild.
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Siblings

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

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