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So, this is how she dies, then.
What a real goddamn legacy she made in this place, huh?
A whole fifteen years come and gone.
Right, bit of backstory would probably be helpful or something.
The long and short, is that it was two of them, then only Agatha, then two of them, and everything repeats.
You couldn't even consider the man a dad, all he did was fucked her mom, and that was that, nothing less and certainly nothing more.
So it was just the two of them for as long as she could remember.
And then her mom probably wasn't considered sane by some people's standards after a point, but hell, Agatha definitely wasn't sane either, so it was fine.
And then she had some kind of psychotic break, or some-fucking-thing, and the next thing she knew was there were cops and a broken door and even more cops and they were taking her mom away in the back of a car and she was barely fifteen and she probably had to go back to school at some point.
So it was only her
Only her
And then it was only her and Lina
Technically, it was Lina and Gabriel and Agatha in the background.
Like always, like always.
But fuck him, fuck all of them really, but fuck that guy specifically.
He didn't deserve Lina.
No one deserved or understood her more than Agatha.
It was just them, just them.
And Lina had chains through her
And Lina was silent
And Lina was bleeding and bleeding and bleeding
And Lina was dead
And Lina had dry tear tracks on her face still
And then there was Gabriel and a chair and tape and a knife and.
And she was so goddamned exhausted.
And then she killed the thing she hated most, herself, and then she was alive.
Her hair was too short, her skin was too constricting, her soul felt wrong.
And Lina was dead, and Lina was dead.
Was the guy shady?
Obviously, as fuck.
Should she trust the situation?
Probably not, but she didn't have much of a choice now, really.
So anyway, he had fucked off to who knows where, and this was how Agatha dies then.
Hanging from a bar on the ceiling, chains above her head and around her wrists, and bleeding bleeding bleeding, and it was a fucked up sort of funny almost maybe, and she was barely fifteen.
And it was Lina who opened the door.
Her flannel and earrings and brown hair and a worried face and yeah that probably made sense.
And she had a dog, and Lina didn't have a dog.
And she had a dog and she had red hair in a ponytail and she had soft hands.
And Agatha didn't know how she was still conscious at this point, to be completely fucking honest, but she was on the ground again.
And she said her name was Mia.