MARLENA
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She was a little girl. She was a girl who looked perfect with her beauty, naivety and silence. But fate had no mercy on her. She had taken her own self, her life, and the people in her life. All the innocence and naivety of her childhood was disappearing. She was face to face with death, on the verge of annihilation. There were so many questions to ask why. Questions that remain unanswered. Would knowing what was happening, whether this was real or whether it was a figment of someone's imagination, whether it was possible for time, beauty and innocence to bend and take shape from one shape to another would really create a solution? Or were these all consequences of mental illness to the human brain? The girl was made of death and sorrow. Was she a murderer or just a girl?
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What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

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