" i will not let anyone live if they did what i did."
In which a foreign girl set to marry young finishes with a crime organization and crazed thoughts
C U R R E N T L Y on Haitus until I am able to write more chapters to update regularly!
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"FRIDA, WILL YOU talk to me now?" Mayumi asked the older girl; the girls body moving about the club to avoid her friend.
"No, it's okay. I've got nothing to talk about." Frida said, turning to look down at Mayumi. "It's your job. It's what you do. I get that."
"Frida, I know you're not okay. I know you have problems with yourself for as long as I can remember; so knowing something like this is not going to be good for you." Mayumi told her.
Frida dropped her shoulders, looking down at the floor.
"You were gone for the past four years. How would you know if I'm better or not?"
Mayumi sighed, not wanting to argue with her but feeling as though Frida wasn't truly hearing what she was saying. When Frida noticed that Mayumi wasn't going to say anything, her eyes went to some scars on her arms; the girl suddenly feeling bad about what she said.
"I'm sorry." She told Mayumi. "My problems are nothing compared to what you went through. I would probably never survive that."
"How does your family get through it?" She asked, staring at the girl's disturbed skin. Mayumi looked up at her, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.
"Who said they did?" She asked Frida. Mayumi sighed, looking around the VIP area before moving to take a seat. Frida followed, sitting in front of her at the high table.
