Story Behind Her Smile
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Last published Mon, Dec 14, 2015
She’s there again, looking so beautiful and full of happiness, playing with little kids that looked just like her. They were In the sun and on the green grass full of colour having fun and playing tag. There was a little girl looking 3 years old and two older boys looking 6 and the other 9 years old. She looked to be around fourteen and the kids looked like they loved her so much, the kids seem to adore her… she has delicate chocolate hair with caramel highlights, face so pale but so gentle and soft like butter. Her eyes were a caramel brown... but they weren’t full of happiness, they were full of sadness, disappointment and disgust. And she was hiding it all behind her smile that no-one seems to see.
She turns and looks at me but she wasn’t really looking at me, it was someone behind me, she was scared and terrified and told the kids to run inside and hide, then she started running away, the sky became dark and grey. A tall guy three sizes bigger than her started chasing after her with this huge evil smirk on his face… not long and she’s in his grip. His hands are around her neck, holding her against the wall of a house.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” The tall guy said to her and she looked terrified out of her skin.
“w-what do you w-want.”
“I want you” he smirked at her and kissed her
“You can-not have me…. “Father”
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A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.
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