#god damn..

"—Crack baby, you don't know what you want, but you know that you're needin' it and you know that you need it bad." — Mitski

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Short backstory summary !

Oinao was born into a family that was extremely dysfunctional in its own sense. With a mentally ailing mother who made attempts at showing affection towards her yet never managed to keep up with it, and a neglectful father who's only job in the house was to provide the natural necessities for both Oinao and her mother's survival, leaving the house day after day and returning late at night.

He kept them far from any village's, mostly her mother, yet close for him to pick up what was needed and bring it back. Oinao knew he was ashamed of his wife—and resented him for it.

This left Oinao to do all of the chores around the house, along with taking care of her mother by herself. She didn't relatively enjoy being around her, as she was rather unpredictable at times—having no understanding herself what was wrong with her, along with no idea how to help. She knew what she was doing was all she could do, yet felt a small pang of guilt knowing that was all. She was never allowed to leave as she was always too busy with her work for days among end—leaving her soon without any social skills to go off of. Isolated. As she grew older, she found a strange child always wandering by her house—immediately being scared off as she hasn't seen anybody her age since birth. Basically startling her. Being the first person to even come close she mustered up enough courage to just look. And those small looks turned into small waves until it all graduated into tiny conversations that only lasted for a good minute. Oinao became so obsessed with participating in this daily activity that she was starting to slip on her duties with taking care of her mother.

After a while, she had been convinced to finally sneak out with them. As she grew older, she found a strange child always wandering by her house—immediately being scared off as she hasn't seen anybody her age since birth. Basically startling her. Being the first person to even come close she mustered up enough courage to just look. And those small looks turned into small waves until it all graduated into tiny conversations that only lasted for a good minute. Oinao became so obsessed with participating in this daily activity that she was starting to slip on her duties with taking care of her mother. After a while, she had been convinced to finally sneak out with them. Possibly the best choice she could've made for herself.

For the first time, she was outside enjoying an atmosphere she could've only dreamed of that wasn't inside her clamped tight home—but instead bustling nightlife, something she didn't even know people did. It was amazing all until she got home, and unfortunately she was caught in the act by her father who had came home that day—scolding her for her willingness to leave her mother alone, not watching over her. He was more concerned over the fact that she could've left the house over her own safety, which ticked Oinao off. When trying to defend her actions it was only met with a slap to the face.

That night was one of the first nights she actually broke down in tears running down her face like a river, crying about how she hated her father. How she hated her mother. How she hated living in a place that gave her no room or freedom to do what she wanted—and unfortunately, her mother heard. She tried to comfort her yet Oinao wouldn't let her, spewing out all kinds of hurtful words in a moment of blind rage. She never got a chance to properly apologize before her mother made the impulsive decision to 'solve the issue' herself.

The ringing that her daughter hated her. Her husband had no cares in the world for her—and the world around her has already shown it held no need for her, she set the place ablaze one early morning, attempting to take herself out and possibly her daughter as well, as in her mind, they could be happy somewhere else away from here. Oinao managed to escape with only half her face burnt up—hearing her mother's cries for her to come back, but in blind fear she ran away.

However, she did manage to find some aid for her burns after a few hours of walking around. Being taken in by the person caring for her injury—she found herself indulged in making small little trinkets, which then her caretaker gave her the idea to sell them—which she gladly took as an option. With assistance.

koughfing's note// I'll be working on a more detailed version of this because it definitely feels a little one dimensional, plus I feel some things don't exactly make the most sense, but that might just be my writing blindness.