Finding Myself

Finding Myself

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"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." Joseph Conrad ..... Eleanor had spent her whole life with her happy-go-lucky family, at least, until a dark June night. The last day of school. She was just two years of age, her dad had taken her and her brother Ubel to their favorite fast food restaurant. Yet when they were at the parking lot, it had gotten rather late. Her dad was beaten. Any expensive items he had at the moment were stolen. Eleanor was too young, and while Dad was beaten and nearly killed, Eleanor was inside the truck safely in her baby seat, singing along to jolly toddler tunes. Yet Ubel was older, and he was outside with his dad, watching, learning, gaining hatred. Never again was everything happiness for Ubel. That ignited something that Ubel never thought he had before. Revenge. Now everyone wants to harm Eleanor. And it is Ubel's job to take care of Eleanor.
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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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