Simple and Clean

Sweet Child o’ Mine :3

Hair - Nightcrawler

Necklace - Leah Lillith

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I was ten when she died. Illness had consumed her for over a year, no one knew what was wrong with her, let alone what to give her. I doubt anyone cared enough to try. Her skills brought in valuable trade and equipment, but she was replaceable. Women in the group avoided my gaze, their hands barley brushing my shoulder in with a hint of condolence. I’d tried raiding the stashes of pills and medicines, only to be found and dragged kicking and screaming by my hair back into the filthy room that my mother had now been displaced to. It may have been a blessing the words and symbols on the bottles meant nothing to me, I could have put anything into her system.

The night before she died she pleaded with me to leave her. Run now while I had the chance. She said they’d keep me for the pervert that visited, someone my age could make them a lot of money. At the time I didn’t understand what they meant, and why she was so intent on my leaving. I had nowhere to go, no one to go with. How could I survive on my own with nothing? Surly someone here would look after me?

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