Bringer of Bad Luck
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  • Reads 156
  • Votes 9
  • Parts 14
  • Time 1h 18m
Ongoing, First published Sep 13, 2016
Prologue:
From the beginning, Crimson had been a curse in the life of others, even her birth was like a curse, but no one seemed to notice the truth.
When Crimson was born, her mother died. But she didn't pass away while going through the process of giving birth, no, she was a strong and healthy woman, rather, her death was an inexplicable one.
Approximately half an hour after Crimson was born, her mother died of an unknown cause, no one could claim that the stress of birth was too much for her body to endure, they couldn't say that it was the tortures of giving birth was what had claimed her life.
Distraught, with no explanation to his wife's death, Crimson's father swore to himself that he would love their daughter for the both of them. He would love her no matter what, as she was the last gift that he had ever received from his beloved wife.
The people who took the blame were the doctors who were tending to Crimson's mother, while the true culprit hid behind unknowing and innocent crimson red eyes.
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