Finding myself

Finding myself

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Tana, the goddess of fire. Fits my past self perfectly. Now, not so much, I used to light my "victims", if you will, on fire, but now I like to watch the pain on their faces. The same pain they inflicted on little girls before. The same pain they didn't seem to care about when they ruined others' lives. It's been a month since my last assassination, and a lot has happened. Starting from chapter one to the last, twists and turns, keep attacking me when I'm just feeling even slightly comfortable. My new brothers, my new house, my new father who has been trying so hard to make up for the past 13 years he's lost. But can they change my perspective of life and help me find myself the way I haven't been able to for my past 16 years of life? I've always been Marianne Thibaut but will I be able to identify with the Marianne Bernard I was always supposed to be? (the story does not break the fourth wall this is just the description) This is a lost mafia princess story. 7th in badgirl 1/6/2024 1 in 16-year-old 2/18/2024 🥇 7th in hit 9th in badass 3rd in knives 🥉
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~ONGOING 1st Draft~ Trauma isn't something you're born with, so why does it stick with you for life? Why is it so bad I fear going outside? Fear people? Fear crowds? Fear speaking itself? I've never had much but, with time, more and more kept gradually being taken away from me; my dreams, my hopes, and even parts of myself. Now, the one thing I thought I'd never lose- my comfort. Everything in my life changes when those vile people cut me off, kick me out, and abandon me. Just like they did to him. They took away the last thing I had to bring me comfort- the four walls of my apartment. The only hope I have to figure out what happened to my family is to accept a not-so-pleasing offer and go against everything I've lived my life by. What could possibly go wrong? Right? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 18+ TW: Stalking, mass shooting, violence, blood Currently in progress and will be edited regularly. It will also be a slow and long build up. Thank you for reading!

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