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// 56 Atrocity by lyra_lover777 
// Story: Rhythm and Harmony: The Octascratch Prompt Collab 
// by lyra_lover777 
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Atrocity by lyra_lover777



No one wants me. They'll never want me.
Well, at least I thought that.
I was so ugly.
I am ugly.
I can't take it.
I wanted to die.
Wanted.
But now I have her.
But she doesn't know me.
She may have held me.
She may thinks she knows me.
I may think she knows me.
But she doesn't.
She doesn't see who I really am, deep, deep inside.
A monstrosity.
A twisted, crooked, burnt, blackened, hairless, cold monster.
A beast.
She doesn't know what happened all those years ago.
On that cold rainy night.
I know, every night, she cries about her mother.
And it's my fault.
Cause it is.
I had gone in that house, the home, and stolen some money cause my mommy told me so.
And her momma was there.
She saw me.
I looked down at the gun Mommy had given me, just in case.
BLAM.
I ran, scared, crying.
Weeping.
I watched what I had become.
My heart shriveled, became the beast that is twisted, disgusting, non huggable.
I brought the gun.
I saw her, that night.
She saw her Momma die.
By me.
Thank goddess I was disguised then, or I wouldn't be here now.
But then, so many years later, she found the gun in my possession.
She looked at me, finally saw the monster, the beast, that I really was.
And she ran.
Like she ought to.
And now I'm alone, alone to lurk in the deepest depths of me.
Alone.
Alone with the monster.