FANGS OF DECEIT (BOUNDED BY BLOOD AND LIES)

1: A Dec

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d marble floor, my already trembling h

ierced through my eyes now and then, forc

t of exhaustion. My deep brown hair was a tangled mess. I staggered

eathe in some fresh air. The p

anding in my path. She shot me a scornful g

'm not the cause of your frustratio

nk

oed in my hea

nna Stone-of all peopl

pped foot in a club, who looked down on

sted voice had bec

ing to let

ing for her. I caught a glimpse of her outfi

d again, blindin

one hand. "Am I your only target?" I grumbl

d back up, s

're lucky. You would've s

my breath, I stagge

r hit my face, I let out a s

my existence, every miserable thoug

constant stream of pain, like

ant tree. Its leaves rustled softly, singing w

tired body sink into its wooden embra

ulp, only for my throat to burn in

pect from a ruined lif

-to lose myself in drunken bliss-but

cohol bring

I still so

illing into my chest like

ppiness, not really. But

a moment

en filled with mis

maybe I a

ver meant to b

nother, and before I knew it, I was crying like a child. The pain in my heart was too

n a mess since th

ied giving birth to me. And from th

We went broke. My siblings, who once attend

mber it all-being called a curse. The memory is sha

my 10th birthday, my en

d sent me down the street to b

umming my favorite tune. It was

pped through the doo

oo

di

le

ked the tiles. I stood frozen in horror. I'd never seen a dea

ands trembled, the balloons slipping from m

I heard

are

cold. The kind of voice

, his clothes drenched in bloo

ould know-he

lared in me. I lunged at him, my

to cry, hitting his thic

them? Why did yo

ing-just sho

them?" he growled,

him, my li

You already took everything

chest, invit

didn't

way and walked

ered before disapp

a sniffle, realizing the liqu

ng here, drinking

life seems worth living... mar

Path

n't just brea

tired of carrying your problems like I'm your father. Go ask your dead fam

e. The very things I trusted him wit

at wasn't

his weddi

of him ki

more worst. Photo

ot pat

as r

s. A burde

ies to help me

-living, breath

t's better

hould jus

i

ging everyone

me doesn't de

l be better o

ought, I staggered

e not too far off

n't ta

standing a

me reason.

xplicable smil

he world on

eady to go meet