From Cries to Crazy

From Cries to Crazy

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Hi.... this is Mikaela Ravens. The story your about to read, written on these dank walls of woe is mine. What I mean is... this is my story. A story of 2 conflicting sides inside one broken vessel. They share a love hate relationship. Tearing and mending the vessel. Bending and breaking the vessel. Loving and hating the vessel. If you are of the faint hearted.... look away now. This story isn't for you. Go watch some brainwashing Muppet movie that teaches you about happily ever after and about how "love conquers all". That crap that you believe at the age of 10... until the bonds are broken and the monsters inside begin to consume you. All stories start out ' not too bad'. That may be the case.... but as the story goes along, the darkness will reveal itself. So please, got your popcorn and soda. Sit back... don't relax... and enjoy my show. The show that will bring you from cries... to crazy...
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Siblings

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

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