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[genesis-couteaux]

"Eden They Say..."

LILITH "LIVINIA," FAIRS ×

What do you call something someone says is heaven, but it's all really hell?

Maybe a false paradise, maybe a gilded cage. Perhaps it's all, but Gods, if I knew that something was a lie and misleading, I wouldn't follow the path. Willingly. And why I'm not really going out of free will. If I don't go, I don't have a chance to cure the disease. I don't care about the money or fame it brings. I suppose my family already has that. But it was this or stay in my father's school because he doesn't trust me and watch my mother slowly die. He could care less about her. After my 7th sibling, he complained that he isn't what she use to and said he's tried of all of 'this.'

He didn't let any of my older siblings participate in what is called, 'Eden's Veil.' So called. I've had friends who went there. Only 2 of the 23 I've known have survived. Coming back as traumatized as can be. If you win, if your team wins, you get the cure to the 'uncured' disease. Some don't get it, the disease. I didn't. Some are less fortunate, like my mother. But despite everyone saying there's something wrong in my head, despite my father putting me on anit psychotics even though I barely touch the point of psychosis, despite me coming to Eden's Veil even though he doesn't let my siblings do it because I'm just known as the scandal to him.

But our talk was firm, the firmest I've been.

He didn't care. He doesn't care if I'm killed. Why should he care? He couldn't care less about my mother moaning and groaning in pain in the master bedroom. No. Not even. The guest bedroom...

I'll find it, I'll win. My team will, and I will get that cure. To show my father up. Now, I'm in the car taking me and two other girls there. I smile as I don't know what else to do, to feel. Maybe that's a helping hand to my father's belief that I'm insane. But no matter the many pills I'm made to take, he won't put me in a ward, too much more of a scandal. Plus, he does enjoy my smile in public. That's the one thing he does tell my siblings. To act like me. Not to be like me. Act. Actress.

But I don't care now. Here, I will kill to win. That's a part of the game anyway. I will put whatever fucking psychological problems I do have to good use. Because here is where I count. Where it counts. I stare up as we park, at the large mansion similar to my family's. Expect bigger, of course. I give a chuckle that makes everyone's heads turn, the girls, the driver, the orderly, the instructors.

"Eden they say..."