ZOMBiiFiCATiON
Trash Witch
My, my hello dears I`m Akiko Sohma. Pleased to meet your acquaintance love.~ If you really must know I`m sixteen years old and I`m in eleventh grade. How the time flies! If you really must get into persona I will tell you I`m 107.5 pounds and 5 feet, 3 and 3/4 inches tall. My eyes are a beautiful hue of glinting gray! Aren`t they lovely?! Oh, but lets not forget my hair color is inky black. Isn`t that something? My role in this play we call life is the majestic Horse. I suppose a little recap of my life is in order. If I had to call myself anything, it would be lucky.
As soon as I was out of the womb, my mother hugged me first. Nothing happened of course, to her, I was just a happy, bubbly little baby girl. It was as soon as she handed me to my dad that things changed. I turned into a small, black colt. Needless to say, my dad freaked out, probably wondering what happened to his daughter and if the little horse in his arms ate her. He quickly handed me back to my mother, who still saw me as her daughter. She didn't care, my father on the other hand, thought there was something wrong with me. In a way, there definitely was, but that was no reason to shy away from me like he did so long ago. my mother gladly took me home once I had turned back into a human baby. She gushed about how I was their daughter, and how my father should be happy that I was healthy. I'm sure my father disagreed with my mother on her definition of "healthy" but in a way, he was pretty happy himself to have me.
Years went on, but my father never really touched me again. Even though my mother told him that the transformation only happened when he hugged me. He always found some way out of even coming too close to me. If my mother told him to change my diaper, his used tongs, if she told him to play with me, he gave me some small toys and left me to my own devices. While it seemed rather cruel in a way, I'm pretty sure he loved me anyway. My parents were lovely people who always strived to make me happy and keep my content. However, my curse prevented me from doing a lot of things that I loved doing. I couldn't play with the children of my neighborhood because there was the possibility that I could hug, or be hugged, by a boy. And it would have been all over. So, I grew up a secluded girl. While not really shy, I was always introverted rather than the outgoing girl I was meant to be.
I became fixated on my studies, and my parents were proud to have me as a daughter. Getting the best grades in all of the school made them boast to everyone they knew. I didn't like being boasted about, but the attention was lovely for a bit, before I got sick of it and went off to read a book in the quiet solitude of my bedroom. This happened all too often, for my parent's friends came over frequently to meet the genius daughter. I was always polite, if not a bit cold and distant, before excusing myself. I never liked meeting new people, because all it did was add one more person to which I could never speak to about the curse. And it all accumulated in me, the secret, the frustration and the anger towards the affliction. And it never really goes away, as much as I tried to ignore it and try to live my life as normally as possible, it was always there. In my face when my dad wouldn't touch me, or my mom told me I couldn't go somewhere.
Eventually, my parent's boasting reached the wrong ears. The so-called God's to be precise. He became interested in meeting the genius Horse, the one who became someone despite the curse. He told my parents to bring me to the main house, saying beautiful, sweet words to lull them into thinking I'd be perfectly happy with him. That he was the caretaker of all of the zodiac, and his purpose was to make everyone happy while they lived with him. What a bunch of bullshit, if you pardon my language. Too bad my mother and father fell for it. They convinced me to go see the God, and while he seemed like a nice person while my parents were there, as soon as they left... Well, it wasn't pleasant. My parents though, thought he was all they could possibly ask for, and they thanked him for his generosity to let me stay there with him. I begged and pleaded not to let me stay, but they only smiled at me saying that I was going to go places if I lived with the God.
Luckily, I didn't live in the main house for long.
Maybe a month or two before the maids became sick of my moping, my brooding and my silence. Not to mention I threw temper tantrums sometimes when I didn't get my way, or when I missed my parents too much. I soon got moved to the third house, with the Dragon, the Rooster, and the Boar. They're all okay I guess, but sometimes they won't leave me alone when I want to go read a book! It's all very frustrating, and I still miss my parents. But I suppose I've learned to cope with the situation. More or less. But as the saying goes, "when life hands you lemons, you make lemonade" and that is just what I'm going to do. I`m not quite finished yet. This is a secret so lets keep this between you and me ok? I truly adore Truth be told, I have a small fear of men. So much sheltering from when I was small I suppose. But I would like to meet the one who can take away my fear. If I had to pick one song in this world to describe me it would be Secret Valentine~We The Kings. The last little piece of information I will leave you with is that I`m truly just a puppet to TRAGiC DiViNiTY. Bye bye for now!
R o s e s ;; such a simple, romantic gesture. I would love to receive one from the one I love one day.
F i g h t i n g ;; I don't like shouting, it overloads my senses and hurts me.
Q u i e t ;; I don't like talking, it ruins things most of the time.
