The Story Of Mitski (And Coral)

"What is it like to be forgotten?"

Well, you only have to sit down, turn the lights off, and listen to this story, which is far from short.

Mitski Winters died on July 4th.

He was easily forgotten.

He wasn't the oldest, so his parents didn't come to his grave every year to cry and bring him flowers.

He wasn't the middle child, so his parents did not bring him bouquets of his favorite flowers, even if he was slightly allergic to some.

They didn't even bother to visit the cemetery.

He wasn't the youngest child, so his parents didn't bring small portions of his favorite food and laid it near his tombstone.

He was their only mistake, so he got nothing.

Coral Sierra died on July 4th.

She was born in the midst of many fashionable ladies, so she tried hard to fit in.

It didn't work.

She was just the empty-headed slut who tried too hard sometimes.

And that's to her friends, you wouldn't want to know what other people thought of her.

Once she died and her family was informed, all they thought was "Now we can go out without being ridiculed."

Her sisters weren't excluded from the list of people who hated her.

They were always on top of everything, even the goddamn list.

Even if it was endless.

Warning: There's death in this, btw. Not stating who dies, but someone obviously does.
Murder: Yes.
Gore: Yes.
Sex: Maybe not.
Romance: Probably.
Plot Twist: Yes.

Don't judge me for believing in the afterlife and still being a Satanist.