Curses or Gifts (original story)

This is not a fanfiction, it is just a story that I thought up the other night. Maybe I'll write more if my mind stops drawing blanks.

"I'm sure you want to know about my whole life," was what came out of her mouth, the voice sounding soft and maybe a little hoarse too. She smelled like a combination of cheap perfume and stale clove cigarettes, and he sat down trying to figure out if the Yes side would win or if it would be the No side that would win first. After about ten seconds, he answered with, "Yes" and heard the No side yelling and jeering at him until he mentally told the No side to go and screw itself louder than ever this time. They were deranged in the I-see-dead-people way, but she had been through so much more than he had, and that was what made her fascinating to him. "It will probably be all night before I finish telling you the story," she told him, but he didn't care and she knew in her head right away from his facial expression and the way he was acting around her. She started off with a Once Upon a Time, but he scowled at he for not taking the beginning seriously and she started laughing. After a minute of her laughing, she was very serious and this time started off with the two words paper fields.

After she was born, hell froze over. Her life as a baby was not normal at all, and she couldn't even bear to be near her father for five split seconds. When she grew older, it got worse. Her father was being creepily nice, and even nicer the next day. Then the was at home which was also known as her safe haven began. He had tried to pull down her pants and sleep with her, but she was finally forced to kick him in the crotch and she ran upstairs and started to pack everything until her mother came into the room completely silent and staring at her, and she stared back until her mother left the room. All of a sudden a Clay Aiken song came on the radi and she listened for a few seconds before turning the knob on the radio for some different music. The words "if I was invisible" sounded way too tempting and she didn't want to be tempted again just yet. It had already happened countless times before when she was five years old. By the time she turned 16, she was ready to move up to New York and study art at college. Her father had already mentally abused her for too long and she'd had it with him. What if a boy had been born instead of her? Would her parents be happier? She already knew the answer to that question, but it kept on popping inside of her head. Maybe if she announced that she was converting to Islam just to get her parents to listen to her, that would more attention. She was screaming inside for that neglected soul she had searched for most of her life, but had never found. Or was she imagining things that she thought was real?

Her personal inner demons mocked her every single day, but it was useless to ignore their voices, the taunting getting louder and louder. She loathed watching the television for the most part, but when her favorite tv show came on, that was the only time she ever perked up. All of a sudden out of the blue, she changed her mind about New York and wanted to move to Europe, Germany to be exact. "I have my passport, so what's stopping me?" was the next question. Again, she knew the answer, but all it id was just change every time she asked herself the question. "God, I have way too many questions and answers in my head," was her next thought. Then her least favorite personal demon showed up inside. The only good thing about him was that he entertained her when she had broken the negating feeling sensory radar at times like right now. She couldn't even be bother to tell him to back to hell, but she also wasn't in this mood for this stuff he was about to pull. But he was way too stubborn and it wasn't good. She was finally able to ignore him and it angered him, but he left for today until tomorrow. Life wasn't exactly good, but for the first time in a year, she smiled and it was not fake, but very real as her own flesh and bones.

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