23 December 2012
When I was born, the doctors told my mother I was useless. "We can't use this infant, females will be useless in the project!" So my mother came up with another solution.
When I was born, the doctors told my mother I was beautiful. "She has a mutation, but it's not harmful." So my mother didn't take the other solution.
My name was assigned, rather than chosen. Advanced Super-Human. Ash. It was fitting, considering what they did to my body.
My name was chosen, rather than assigned. Beauty. Belle. It was fitting, considering what my body was born with.
When I was five, I was told that my purpose in life was to help people. I was to do this by eliminating those that they deemed necessary.
When I was five, my mother told me that my purpose in life was to help people. I was to do this by being kind and loving towards everyone.
When I was seven, they wanted to give me wings. It was such a painful procedure, but in the end it was futile. They just ended up useless lumps of ashen flesh on my back.
When I was seven, they wanted to remove my wings. It was such a painful procedure, but in the end it was futile. They just grew back even more beautiful than before.
I was nine when I first saw the city for what it truly was. Rotten and disgusting, but it was to be my freedom.
I was nine when I first saw the city for what it truly was. Beautiful and shining, but it was to be my cage.
I was sixteen when I first saw her. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her wings enchanted me. It was love at first sight.
I was sixteen when I first saw it. It was the most pitiful thing I had ever seen. Its grey skin mesmerised me. It was love at first sight.
We were both twenty when we could finally be together. The city was burning, but none of that mattered. We finally had each other. We finally had freedom. The war raged on as we lay entwined with each other, our pain finally turned to happiness.
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