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Red... blood, black..... shadows, blue..... tears, green.. there was no green. Looking down at the very bloody mess that was given and now thrown back into heaven. My child.... my father's child..... the red, so much red..... so much pain and so much ungratefulness. He picked up his son that his daughter gave birth to and threw it on the ground as if it were nothing. My mother was dead... and so he married someone else. I didn't care... before he started doing this to me. He touched me, the way he never touched her, over and over again.. each and every night....that's why there are locks on my doors. So no one could get in... but no one could get out at the same time. Although, during the time he raped me, it was when my step mother wasn't around. She was nice and grateful to have me, but she was so fragile to the point it would have broken her apart like when glass meets a mirror. None agree's to stand together, so they join and hit each other. Meeting each other in shards. Bits of me wanted to tell her, until I got pregnant.... she figured it out and thought it was some guy I was hanging out with or dating. Someone. Until I gave birth to the child and revealed it to my father that it was truly his and his alone. At first, I thought he was happy when he first held it in his arms until he threw it on the ground. To the point I heard a smash and looked down. All I could see was a blur of my tears that fell into the ground and to the ground, it fell into the puddle of blood surrounding me. Picking up my child, I tried to believe it was still there. All I could do was cry and hold it close in my arms, over and over again I cried. Until... death went through. Thinking of it made my head softly pound, I felt like I heard bells... is it a wedding? Church? Or is it my funeral... but no.. it was my heart. And I knew in my heart... that if it kept beating.. I could do something. Just to murder the one who did this to me, to feel my pain and suffering, to feel the shards and the distance that has now crumbled at the very door steps of my eyes. Good bye to me.. good bye to Mimi V.

So, I killed him and now he's gone. Out of the way and out of my hair, finally I don't have to feel the same again...but as I killed him. I thought over and over again as I stabbed him in the gut with a kitchen knife, "Death... it makes me happy..." Again..," Death... it makes me understand...," Again..," Death...... it makes me crazy." And so, I became an Assassin and did what I needed to do. I hid away my past, my purple eyes, and my black hair. This is the new me, this is the new me that has grown to kill.

Tears have turned into laughs,
Fear has turned into glory,
My eyes are now vicious,
My lips... are now at the ending of a person's story.
Maddie Hattie