It's only dinner...
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mistexplorer74
mistexplorer74 In 72 wishes, kazuha is mine
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hope I scared you! But honestly it's not that scary :\

It's only dinner...

As I walked through this hall, once again, I loved seeing all the good being done.

As I walked through this hall, once again, I loved seeing all the good being done. It was dark, illuminated by picture frames with memories inside them. They glowed night and day, repeating the same images.

Ah, there was that lovely woman who always checked me out at the grocery store.

Ah, there was that lovely woman who always checked me out at the grocery store. In this memory she was seeing that I had bought a couple bananas and some shampoo.

Ah, there was that lovely woman who always checked me out at the grocery store. In this memory she was seeing that I had bought a couple bananas and some shampoo. She looked at me funny, in that moment. I do wonder why.

Next I whizzed past my parents. Always bossy, always busy, yadda yadda yadda. No need to spend time on them.

Yet, at least.

I walked down faster, checking myself through the day. This last one was this night, I was cutting up some fruits for dinner. I sprinkled my special blue sauce, origins of which aren't any of your concern.

I studied the memory. I did everything well. Now, it was time to wait for my guests.

I waited, and finally the woman came. She was my first guest. She brought in a man, who looked as ugly as my soul. Rather daring achievement, I say.

These were my foster parents. I'd grown out of their need, and their abuses. And I'd certainty had enough of them. I pulled out my dish. "Prepared for you."

I watched them study it carefully. They didn't notice it. After all, they weren't the best chemistry students.

I slowly watched them eat the cyanide.

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