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If only I didn't push him away

“I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.”

— Nikita Gill

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never forget how they gave you distance when you needed love

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Bloody flowers

The house was silent, the only noise that could be heard was your blood dripping on the floor. Your parents look at you with fear in their eyes, mouths moving but no words came out. All of a sudden there was an ear-shattering scream, but it didn't come from you or your parents. You look down to the floor where the scream seems to be coming from. A gasp slips from your lips as a blood-covered hand rises from the red flowers. You look to your parents only to be surprised when you see their faces stained with black tears.

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The last of my flame

I took a deep breath of hair inhaling the black smoke burning my lungs as it engulfed my body like a warm blanket. 49 days, I've been in this hellish prison for 49 days. In just 2 minutes I'll hit the 50-day mark and combust in flames of rage as my life span ends for the final time. I let out a small chuckle at the thought of the celebration that will follow my death, the humans will be singing God's praise for ions to come.

A small groan ripped my throat as I flexed my aching bones, the gold chains restraining my body. Mica, my heart cracked at the sound of her voice, I'll never be able to hear her melodies. I wonder if she made it out safe, I hope she lives a happy life. The fates know she needs it.

1 minute

A swift movement passed from the corner of my eye and I let out a laugh that echoed throughout the temple there watching my execution, how delightful.

50 seconds

The temple was silent, no one dared speak. The small heartbeats of giddy children were the most disturbing. Who would bring their child to the execution of a god?

40 seconds

I could feel the piercing stare of the priest that stood before me, he would be executing me today.

30 seconds

“Admani burning will be executed at the of midnight, no longer will she terrorizes us all with its flames of hate”

20 seconds

I smacked my tongue, “You are the one that harbors the flames of hate Father Gray” I yelled with a smile

10 seconds

I stared up at the ceiling glass, grimacing as the gods looked down upon me, they thought they were better, they thought they were so high and mighty

5 seconds

“I promise I will rise again, may your 5th generation from here witness my flames!” I said towards the humans and gods. I laughed as my body erupted with flames, they’ll feel the burn of my flames once again.

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Fear and life

I was awoken from my slumber around eight years ago by a loud scream that echoed through the walls. At the time, I shared a bed with my younger brother, so getting out of bed and to the door required me to climb over him. I staggered over the toys and dissipated about the room despite the fact that we had the toys taken care of and our room cleaned a few hours earlier. I finally made it to the door after nearly tripping over toy cars and stepping on stuffed animals. The screams became even more audible as if they were directly behind the door.

Fearful of what I thought was a monster waiting to grab me, I slowly opened it. Instead of a monster, I saw my mother's bare body being dragged out of our bedroom. Her face was bruised and bloodied, and she was crying. Even as my mother yelled for me to return to my room and fall asleep, I was dumbfounded and unable to move. Despite the house's extreme heat, it felt like my feet were frozen in place. I didn't regain control of my body until I watched the man stomp on my mother's back.

At the time, I was a young child, so I was more perplexed than anything else. Although I had no idea what was going on, I assumed that my mother was being beaten because of something she had done wrong. This made sense at the time because whenever I did something wrong, I was "disciplined," so I miraculously concluded that my mother was also being disciplined. Of course, my mother was being abused and not disciplined.

I kept my mother's screams out by closing the door; What else could I have done when I was just a child? Despite the dimness of the room, I could make out my brother's confused expression as he was sitting up on the bed. I couldn't help but cry as I hugged my brother and wept into his shoulders because there was nothing else I could do. Despite the fact that he was just a boy and only a few years younger than I was, he was able to avoid crying even when our mother's screams were just outside our bedroom door. I'm glad he didn't see what I saw because if he had, the man would have seen him as a monster rather than his only father figure.

I'm not even sure if this is real or just something I've seen in a movie, or how this event changed me. It should be obvious that the man kept on beating my mother for the following 2 years. Perhaps my inborn doubt of men was an impact of this awful childhood. Or perhaps it was my inability to communicate my feelings without resorting to violence. In any case, witnessing my mother's brutal treatment in front of me flipped a mental switch and permanently altered my perspective.

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My first

Growing up I went through a lot of firsts:

My first breath

My first words

My first steps

My first fall

My first drink

My first love

My first kiss

My first fight

My first...time?

I had so many first, im beginning to wonder if I'm spelling "first" right.

But none of that compared to my first heartbreak. It felt as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest and stabbed 67 times. It was as if those four words were a hot knife carving deep into my chest with every syllable. "we should break up"

It's a shame to think out of all my first you're the one I wish never happened.

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Does anyone know any good Tanya x oc fanfiction preferably Tanya x female oc fanfiction? So far I've only found 2 and only 1 of them was actually good.