May 5th, 1890 was the day I was engendered, the day I killed my mother. I guess you're wondering what my name is, its Aqua, I don't have a last name. Back to the point the day I was born my mom died a couple of hours later leaving one request with my father, to take care of me, which he did till I was 5yrs old. When I turned 5 my father lost his mind yelling at the top of his lungs,
"I can't do it anymore!"
I walked up to him and asked "What's wrong daddy?"
When he looked at me I saw that there were tears in his eyes all he said was "you look too much like her."
Then he left, I stared at the door for hours waiting for him to come back but he never did. I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror I had long black straight hair that went to my waist, pale skin, and eyes that could change to any color, depending on my mood, right now they were black as coal, my dad told me the day I was born my eyes were aquamarine, I was short and fragile looking, at least that's what everyone told me. When I left the bathroom I went to my dad's room, I look around everything was marred except the bed, I went to it, then I got down to my hands and knees and crawled underneath it, that is the last thing I remember from that day. When I woke up, I heard someone calling my name. At first I thought it was my dad but the voice sounded different, I didn't answer it, I looked around and saw I was still underneath my dad's bed, when I looked in front me there was a picture of my dad and a girl who looked like me but around 25, I took the picture and crawled out from underneath the bed. When I stood up I saw that there was someone at the doorway, he looked a little like my dad.
"There you are, Aqua, I've been looking for you."
"Who are you?"
"I'm your Uncle Eric"
I stared at him, that would explain why he looked a little like my dad. "Do you know who this girl is?" I held out the picture I found. When he took the picture from me his expression changed from relief and happiness to grief. He gave the picture back to me, it took him a few minutes to answer but he finally told me, "That's your mom." I just stared at the picture; it was a couple of minutes before I noticed I was crying.
"Don't cry its ok." It was obvious my uncle wasn't used to comforting people especially 5yr olds. He walked to me and picked me up "where's your room, you need to pack."
"Why?" I was still crying, I usually hated to cry, but I didn't care at that moment.
He looked at me for a moment "Your father is gone." I started crying even harder, while I was crying I made a promise to myself to never cry or love anyone ever again.