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Prologue
Ivory a foreign name not even they were sure they enjoyed.
Ivory Ivory Ivory.
That's all they ever heard.
She. Her. Hers.
That's all anybody ever called them.
They are a functioning teenager.
Or are they?
Do functioning teens cut themselves?
Perhaps they aren't functioning.
… (end)
(start of the actual writing TW)
Ivory found themself sitting on the bathroom floor again. Blood dripped down their arms. Damn it, I can’t even quit for Eve and Azrae. they'd think.
They never had been okay. They were in a religion (cult) that was unstable. The "God" was good. The "God" was a being far beyond comprehension.
Their "God" demanded their blood.
They remembered the day everything went wrong.
*Flashback*
She tried to fight. She really did. She had screamed till her voice went hoarse and kicked till she couldn't but nothing worked. Her father continued.
And when he was done that symbol was carved into her arm in angry lines.
*End of flashback*
They'd wrap their arms in bandages and threw on their jacket before going out of their room.
The kids jumped on them.
“Not now you two I'm going somewhere” Ivy had said.
Disappointment was in the twos eyes but they excepted. Ivy stepped into the cold winter day.
That's when they remembered.
“A-Azrae-”
“Sissy h-he's dead..?” Eve said.
.
.
.
“Right.”
just another hallucination.
Hallucinations plagued them day and night.
All of them of him.
They FAILED. To protect THEIR OWN BROTHER.
They'd step into the snowy day. Walking to the orchards they saw-
No.
No.
NO.
NONONONONONONONONONONO.
Their own partner was with another.. girl..?
Crap.
What did they do wrong?
They ran home slamming the door behind them.
Cutting up their wrists before grabbing that rope.
Eve walked into that room trying to find her (mother) sister.
She shook seeing that sight.
Please no.
Not you too.
Epilogue
7 years later and Eve still had nightmares.
She still saw their face in every hall.
She still saw the blood.
That rope still hung from the ceiling of their (former) room.
And their blood still stained the floor.
Eve was 20 now.
It was 7 years ago.
She had been 13.
And now she's 20.
And both her brother and (mother) sister weren't even here to see it.
She was alive,
But she wished she wasn't if being alive meant she had to live without her mother (whom she never knew due to death giving birth- only Ịvøřƴ had any memories with the trios mum she was pretty cool but even then they were quite limited.), (mother) sister, and brother.
She'd rather be dead.