This could have been पोस्टेड earlier, but the internet hates me. ;w;
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I felt as if I was running in a straight, continuess line, until I colapsed into the soil. And I just sat there in the quiet forest, and cried.
"It wasn't his fault! It was me! Me! I did it... that is why... I am so sorry. So... sorry...!"
"For what?" I stopped beathing with a gasp and a head toss up-ward. "Wh-what?"
"Why are आप here, in the wet dirt, crying so harshly?"
I stared at the girl for a while. She had a pretty face, that was caressed द्वारा what seemed to द्वारा bright flames. Her eyes were a peircing blue. And, she had a smile that was sweet, innocent, and misciovious all at once.

"I... I can do it... any longer!" I tossed myself onto her without a thought, and hugged her. She... held me back, instead of throughing me away.

I told her everything.
I told her about my father sexually abusing my mother and I. I told her about my mother murdering him. And about, how my brother was killed soon after. About how I was the blame. I told her about how my mother killed at least five people. And, how she tossed me out. Mostly though, I told her about the walking curse named Corinne that should have never been born.

"I give up... P-please kill me. Just end it a-" she touched her finger to my lips. "Hush... It will be okay. Stay here. Do not move. If आप leave, it will make my life so much harder for Stella and I. I shall be back." She set me down gentially, and dashed off as elegentally as a pretty face would be able to. And, quickly too.

She came back with an नारंगी, ऑरेंज hair girl, whom seemed younger than the both of us.

I have learned these basic things, that I can tell आप so fare:
My name in Corinne Shylin. I am a unicorn of basic disasters, and I was six when I met these people. My father and brother are dead, amd my mother was resently sent to jail. The girl whom found me crying in the soil is called Lee. She was five, when I first met her. She is beautiful, but sadistic, and enjoys seeing things, as आप will find out later. She runs fast. And I still have not found her age, spiecies, and last name. The last नारंगी, ऑरेंज haired tiger, is named Stella Sparrow. She was six, then and will forever stay that age, until she knows her birthday. Wich, is a lie. She grows, and ages. Just denies it. Stella is a Light-Catcher and her blood is made of paint.

I live with these creatures in a small town as outlaws and steal what we can get.