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Daisy

گلبہار, گل داؤدی was walking round the streets at night. She did it partially because she couldn’t sleep, and because she loved the stars. She thought the stars were amazing, and she still admired them like a child would, even though she was twenty-four and just stuck inside a fourteen-year-old’s body.
But stargazing wasn’t why she wandered down a dark alley to find a young girl getting abused سے طرف کی a man just like her father. The girl’s aura was a startling bright red as she struggled to get away from him, whereas the air around him was a dull, greedy brown as he enjoyed her fear.
Daisy’s delicate little face scrunched up in disgust as she caught a glimpse of the thoughts running through the man’s head, and she decided it was time to step in.
She called out to where he stood, about two meters from her, “Leave her alone.” Her voice was still as high pitched and girly as it had been ten years ago, but the power that had been in it since she’s died made the man’s head snap upwards in shock. When he saw how young and fragile گلبہار, گل داؤدی looked, he laughed loudly and dropped the girl he was abusing. Instead, he advanced on Daisy, pulling a lethal looking چھری out from his کوٹ pocket. Bad mistake.
She jumped on his back with such a speed that she doubted he even saw her move. Before he had any time to react, she had brought her arm down on his neck and knocked him out instantly.
Once he had fallen to the ground, گلبہار, گل داؤدی hopped off his back, quickly checked he was still alive, and kicked the چھری out of his hands. She then started towards the girl that was slumped against the alley wall, staring at her with huge, terrified eyes. Her aura was shifting to a dark grey and گلبہار, گل داؤدی knew how to give her the energy she needed. She gently touched the girl’s arm, and she felt the warm glow of some of her energy leaving her through her fingertips, until she had دیا all she could afford.
“Go home.” گلبہار, گل داؤدی کہا softly. She then smiled sadly and walked away.
As she walked around the streets for the rest of the night, she remembered what had happened to her ten, long years ago. Normally she tried not to think about it, but the sight of the man in the alley had brought it all rushing back.
Daisy’s dad had been beating her ever since his wife had left him. His little daughter looked so much like her beloved mother; he couldn’t help but take his anger out on her. گلبہار, گل داؤدی had no idea what was going on so she had carried on letting him abuse her, until she دن he went too far.
It was Daisy’s fourteenth birthday when her dad came home, drunk, and battered her to death. When she’d woken up, she was inside a bin liner in the bin outside the back of their house. She had gone round to the window, where she could see her dad sat in the living room, watching TV like nothing was wrong. He had had a بیئر in his hand. Tears welled up in Daisy’s eyes as she remembered how she had waited ‘til her dad had fallen asleep, and then she had crept into her own house.
The first aura she ever saw was her dads, and she saw that it was a deep, dark grey. گلبہار, گل داؤدی remembered accidently tapping into her dads mind, and being immensely shocked when his dreams were full of remorse and regret. She had looked into his old, tired face and had forgiven him completely.
She had walked along to her bedroom. She had looked in her huge mirror framed سے طرف کی fairy lights, and had been taken aback سے طرف کی her reflection. Her pale, freckled, heart-shaped face was un-harmed and un-bruised. Her deep blue, wide eyes had no black rings around them. Her bright auburn hair was full of life and bounced in little ringlets around her shoulders. When she allowed herself a little grin, she had seen that she had all of her teeth, and her smile was friendly and innocent.
گلبہار, گل داؤدی snapped back to the present as she found a small, folded piece of paper lying on the brick دیوار beside her, her name marked in bold on the front. She picked it up carefully, but when she read it her mouth stretched into a happy grin, and her eyes shined with joy.
posted by bri-marie
So, I have this idea for a story. It's about a young girl named Marguerite. She doesn't fit in in school, is constantly bullied, and is socially awkward. Her father is emotionally abusive (when he's around) and her mother doesn't really care. Her brother committed suicide when she was twelve. To cope with all this, she's created this elaborate world in her head, filled with monsters and heroes and true love. In this world, she's the beautiful, strong Soroya, who is surrounded سے طرف کی love; friends, neighbors, family, and her life-partner, the gorgeous Phan.

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posted by Insight357
Viewing آپ from across the room
آپ look at me
I look at you
Unable what to do
If I speak
If I keep silent
Speak in silence

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without آپ
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

With a deep breath
And no death
Maybe I will come
Without feeling numb
آپ can دکھائیں me
And I can choose
To follow
یا continue blindly

Whoa
What went wrong?
We were happy
Now we just don’t know
Without آپ
I just don’t know what to do
Please guide me
To that blurring light
Tonight

Now last time
Admit your crime
That is what آپ did wrong
Yet I still miss you
And all the stupid things آپ do
I will wait for you
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I do not own the song, nor (most likely) the plot.

~*~

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~*~

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In the...
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