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Trouble is sixteen today. One more year of pure, foul misery. She doesn't give a shit about how old she is if it doesn't mean getting out of the damned house she lives in. She doesn't like her mother. She is not fond of her dead father, either. She doesn't like the rules forced upon her. She is wary of being left-handed. Her mother says it's a curse from the devil. She thinks it's bullshit, so she tells that to her enthusiastic and perfectionist online friend.
visionaryTrickster [VT] began ranting to versatileHabilidous [VH]
VT: holy shit dude.
VH: today's the daaaayyyy ,,,, babeeeyyy!
VT: man this was supposed to be my day
VT: a good day
VT: but then my brain began thinking and spiraling and spiraling and spiraling about the weirdest stuff ever
VH: what stuff?
VT: my mom told me i couldnt be left handed because its the devils work or whatever
VH: maybe because thats the hand you jerk off with. you can't write with it. it's unnatural
VT: fuck you
VH: BAHHAHAHAHAHAGAHHAH come on it was funny.
VT: it was
VH: hell yeah. my so my comedy classes are really paying off
VT: how many classes do you even take
VH: 13
VT: DAMN
VH: of course i don't take 13 classes dummy
VT: yeah ik
VH: i take 12 classes
VT: no shit
VH: no like srsly
VT: really?
VH: yeah man
VT: the week has 7 days
VT: how does 12 classes even fit in your schedule
VH: i don't know man its a lot of work ngl but i just do it
VT: youre weird as hell
VH: ok devil handed asshole
VT: thank you for reminding me
VH: ok you're really worked up about the devil handed thing
VH: man my advice is you should
VH: turn it into a good thing man
VT: what the hell do you mean
VT: the devil is not exactly a good person man
VH: sheesh he doesn't even exist
VH: and what i was going to say was
VH: it's really cool to be devil handed or whatever
VH: it's stylish as hell.
VH: just like you made trouble your name
VT: oh wow this just
VT: made me think in another perspective
VH: see? its always good to think three-dimensionally
VH: you're smart, you can do it
VT: thanks 100 classes
VH: no problem devilhanded.
VH: ANYWAY happy birthday i bought a game for you!
VT: wait really
She opens her computer and goes to her account, the sceen telling she recieved a gift from the 100 classes friend. She opens it, as the screen revealed a shitty 3 dollar game called "FLATEARTH"
VT: what the fuck this game is shit
VH: exactly. open it.
VT: later nerd
VH: come on
VH: wait no
visionaryTrickster [VT] ceased ranting to versatileHabilidous [VH]
She left her stupid ass dumb cheap game buyer friend and thought about what he said for a long minute.
Pride in your name. Pride in the devilhand. An idea came to her mind.
She stuffed her edgy clothes and edgy sappy rock posters onto her backpack. She's sixteen now, and she was going to give herself her biggest gift; Going away from this godforsaken home.
She left her room and climbed down the stairs to her living room, making sure her own mother didn't see her. She has the idea of drinking some of her favorite yogurt as a ritual to leaving haunted home.
As she walked down the living room, she had to sustain the all-consuming smell of rustic wood and wooden crucifixes around the house. Her mom seemed to become extremely religious after her dad died. Trouble twisted her nose in annoyance. That is how the church works, going after the most weak and vulnerable people. Weakness and vulnerability. Trouble couldn't be like one of these people.
She got to the kitchen and opened the fridge, finding her precious, favorite yogurt. Strawberry. She opens the bottle and takes a nice, long gulp. But oh, a unpleasant surprise awaits her. Her mother was waiting for her in the kitchen's entrance!
Trouble dropped the bottle in surprise, backpack in her back, a pang of fear and rage awakening trough her.
==> STRIFE!
Trouble tries escaping trough the door, but is unable to free from her mother's grip.
TROUBLE: GET AWAY FROM ME!
Trouble screams for help? To who? It is a mistery. Trouble is an agressive fella, she seems unable to express discomfort without struggling and shivering and biting her mother's arm. What a complicated kid.
Her mother pulls her left arm and threw her away to the kitchen wall. Ow, what a blow. Her mother seems fixated on the left handed devil thing. That's what was triggering Trouble's thoughts earlier. She begins to sob, weep and cry like a defenseless child. Weak and vulnerable. It looks like Trouble lost the fight against her mother, and will be forced to live in this godforsaken house until she gets enough money to go away. If she'll ever go away.
VH: and what i was going to say was
VH: it's really cool to be devil handed or whatever
VH: it's stylish as hell.
A surge of strength and determination echoes trough her soul. Vision, the oracle of instability and chaos. To perceive and uncover the truth. A surge of strenght and determination echoes trough her small, feeble soul. Trouble gets up from the floor, cleaning the invisible dust from her body. Seems her mother's depressed enough to not even clean the house. Trouble twitched her nose in disapproval. Filth. Disgusting. With all the power in her body, she scooped a bottle of holy water that her mother bought from the church and threw it on her mother's forehead.
MOTHER: OW!
As her mother was knocked out on the ground, Trouble ran as fast as she could to the exit door.
It was raining tonight. Trouble didn't know where to sleep or where to stay. How much time she didn't even leave the house? She stayed at a park she usually went as a child that was close to a supermarket she could get free internet. She opened her computer and started typing.
VT: hey dude i just ran away and idk what to do now
VH: WDYM MEAN RAN AWAY??? R U OK??? GO BACK HOME NOW!!
VT: im not going back
VH: yeah that's kinda fair
VH: but like how are you gonna get food or even water
VH: gotta think about that stuff man
VT: yeah maybe idk i just got here so let me think for a moment holy shit
VH: fine man (ーー;)
VT: maybe im going back idk
VT: maybe i was too harsh to my mother
VH: considering it all you probably were
VT: easy for you to say with the perfect family or whatever
VH: fuck you
VT: im sorry
VH: its ok
VH: what i was gonna say is
VH: it isnt your fault either
VH: neither your mothers
VT: i doubt that
VH: i mean yeah maybe you got some fault and your mom too but like
VH: you are going trough hard times
VH: and she is too
VT: im installing your stupid gane
VH: YAY!! its an online plataform adventureish game i guess so we can play together
VT: nooooo shiiiiiiiiit
VT: anyway let's go
FLATEARTH is in your library.