Myrafalls
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 6m
Complete, First published Aug 18, 2020
Mature
Myrafalls. A small town located in Virginia. The town is a rather calm and quiet place put aside your typical millennial incidents. You know like school fights, defying parents, bullying other millennials. Just your everyday stuff. At least that's what we all thought. My name is Victoria Keith, a senior here at Myrafalls High School. For all my life I've been living in this town peacefully. Even after losing my parents in a plane crash when I was 17. That is, until the end of senior year started approaching. That's when it all started. Started what you may ask? Heh I wish it was something I could just easily explain but I'm afraid it's not and thus I shall start from the beginning of it all...
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19 parts Ongoing Mature

This is the story of my life and how I came to be in the position I am in. My name is Eliza Christine Bailey, and I recently moved to a small town with my mother to start over after my father, Liam, and mother, Christel, recently got divorced. Growing up, I witnessed my dad repeatedly come back home from bars intoxicated, yelling at my mom, bickering with her, and holding her responsible for everything. All in all, my life hasn't been particularly easy. After my dad would get into disagreements, he would usually leave in the car and return an hour or so later, leaving my mom laying on the bed crying and looking very heartbroken. Watching her in that state killed me. It wasn't until he touched her, shoving her, that she finally decided it was best to end things. She was knocked down, hitting a dresser, and falling on the floor next to fragments of a glass vase. It was around two in the morning that night. My older brother and I both woke up as our mother fell with a huge crash that rattled the walls. While my mom was sitting there crying and appearing much more broken than before, my older brother (21) was undoubtedly the one who reached her sooner and threw himself in between my mother and father.