when happiness is a loaded gun

Kite nodded her head, frowning in thought. She grabbed her straw and started pulling it into a spikey sort of shape. Like crystals she had seen. She couldn’t put it into the smooth shape of her eye, so she had to improvise. She grabbed another bit of straw, and began to scrunch it into a circle-like shape. Thinking of her eyes as she did. It looked orbish… with a little imagination.

“All my bad feelings, eh?” She clarified as her brother spoke. She thought of all the bad things her older brother had said to her. How she was useless, a waste of space. That she should fall down a hole somewhere and get lost. She wouldn’t be so useless without her disability. If her eyes didn’t hinder her every single day. She scrunched the orb a little tighter than necessary, and then stabbed her spiky ‘crystal’ straw pieces through it. “Okay, I made the thing, and though all my bad thoughts. Should we cast them into the fire together?” she would need Stratum’s help with that. Once she faced the fire, she wouldn’t be able to see. Her disability at work again.


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