Take Me Away
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Book 1
"What would you say if I told you that i wanted to die?"
My name is my curse.
'Ambrosia' - I hate it .
No matter how many times I try to leave this world I wake up and I'm still here.
I stab myself over and over.
I see the blood. But there's never pain.
I wake up and the scars are gone, like it never even happened .
But I feel them, the scars are still here.
My name is my curse.
'Mallory' - It suits me well.
I AM UNFORTUNATE.
Natural sandy brown hair, ocean blue eyes, light mocha caramel skin. My mother always told me I was beautiful. But growing up in Tokyo, Japan as I am I am nothing more than unfortunate. Ill-fated. I am different from them. Pale skin, dark hair and black eyes. I am an anomaly. I shouldn't be here. Because I'm different they tease and bully me. No one is here for me but Daiki. I ruined his life too. He's just too nice to say it.
Take me away.
"Your existence gives me hope."
"Without you, I am nothing. I live for you Ambrosia."
- They sent me to America.
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