Summary: If only I wasn't born. None of these would of happen, but sadly I was born. All these tragic happen because I was born. But yet I hope to find the day when it was my fault that this person is happy.
The Tragic Girls
Prologue
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How it Began
"Mom?" I called to her over and over. There was no answer. The man looked at me. I didn't reconize his face anymore. The man I used to call 'Dad' was gone. In front of me was a monster. A monster who just killed my mother. My mother. The one who raised me. The one who gave birth to me.
The next thing I knew I was crying. Crying my heart out. Crying over my dead mother. If only I was strong I could of done something instead of crying.
And this was all my fault. I was born. I was born to a family that my dad wasn't my dad. My mother had kept this secret for the longest time until that monster found out. It was my fault my mother was like this.
It was my fault that this monster called 'dad' killed her.
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Hinata
If only I wasn't born she wouldn't be dead. Father would of never hated at me because I would of never exist. If only I hadn't born into a rich family. Why couldn't I born into a poor family. Or why couldn't I been born and left somewhere. Not knowing my parents. It would of been better so I wouldn't know that it was my fault my mother died giving birth to me.
My father loved her so much. After I was born he could care less about me. Why didn't he get rid of me when I was born. If he did that I wouldn't know what I did wrong, but yet he let me live. Did he want me to live so I can live under him and get hit by him, becasue I casued him so much pain? Yet I still wonder this.
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Hinata
And yet I do it again. Because I was born the one closes to me like a brother died. He died saving me. I was suppose to die, not him. He was suppose to carry on the family even if his statis was lower than mine. It was planned since the day they found out that the family head's first child was going to be a girl. If only I didn't exist. None of these would happen, but who can control fate. Who can control what we do? No matter was I did what I did, it would always be bad.
I tried to be strong. I tried to move on, but I just can't. This whole thing started because I was born.
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Not only that monster hates me, but my boyfriend's family hates me. It's because I loved him too much. If only I declined his offer when his asked me out. I wouldn't be hated by more people. He wouldn't be dead. He wouldn't be laying in my arms coughing up blood.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't come sooner." He spok with his last breath.
"Don't talk." I cried.
"Now, stop crying. That's why I always call you ugly. Your tears makes you ugly." He respond to me. But I just cried more.
"If only you stop talking." I replied back. He agreed to this but after these words.
"I hope you can find someone that can make you happy, since I couldn't."
"No. Stop. Stop talking like this. Stop saying these words I don't want to hear. No one can me happy like you." I cried more. Sadly he didn't hear my words. Because he already he had died.
"SAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIII!"
Because of us so many people died.
If we show our true colors it would only make us weak.
It would only make us love them more.
And the more we love them the more we danger their lives.
So it's better to never show your true colors for the people you love.
Because at the end it would be your fault that their dead.