Her Cold Beast And His Dark Beauty

MEMORIES

Arty-san

Before we start I wanted to say that my main female character is China McClain, she's 5'3 foot tall and is just too adorably cute for her real age and that she is taller than her birth mother (the character that I will be giving her which is above).

My character will be a father's girl who is very sensitive but hides it from those around her including her family. She only opens up every once in a while to her grandmother. She has a shy, friendly, bubbly but very crazy personality that she only shows to those that are well acquainted with her like her friends.

Pishka's POV

I am a 15-year-old African girl, born and breed in South Africa. I'm a normal teenage girl, who has lived in her own little bubble for years. In all actual reality, I just wanted someone to save me from all of the hellish pain I've felt all my life... Yet no one came for, soon I gave up on the idea. Seeing no good could come out of complaining or talking about it, I started bottling up my emotions. They would slip out every now and then but now I'm just lost. I don't know what to do with my emotions or his to express them anymore

I have an awkward, boring life routine, with teenage and family problems. And seeing other people happily living their lives with their families always reminded me of how broken mine was... I hated it. Since I'm an orphan, well half an orphan since my mom(Talia) died earlier this year, around the beginning of March on a Tuesday. I cried silently because the people there - that were watching over my mother's body like she was on display at a museum - didn't allow me to cry, it's a superstitious thing.

My sister and I moved in with my grandmother and three cousins now, ever since that day. Don't get me started with the funeral, it was a disgrace and very unworthy of my mother really. But it also brought me to realise that she had really died and left me... Left us forever, never to return. After the funeral, I told my dad

It's really beautiful here in Johannesburg and warm, I just moved here with my daddy (Daniel) and his girlfriend, yes you heard me I said daddy, I grew up calling him that. I don't like how the word dad comes out of my mouth, it kinda sounds a bit rude. His girlfriend is really cool she treats me like her own daughter even though she has no kids, she's really beautiful too but my mom beats her though. My father wants us to move to America soon for his new job

Sometimes I would sit up at night and think about her, asking questions like 'didn't she love me enough to fight and stay alive for me at least?' We had issues me and my mum but it wasn't like I didn't love her. , I accepted her. Then she leaves me forever this time around, it's not fair. WHY IS MY LIFE NEVER FAIR, AAAGGGGHHH.

By the way, the person with this sad, broken life's name is Pishka Heart, just so you know I'm not a cold-hearted person, rather I'm the opposite but I just hide it from people now, I hate love it's stupid and useless, it's what caused the death of my mother, by the way, LOVE. I do this so I can protect myself from being vulnerable to the big cruel world I have to wear a mask. Anyway, let's get back to the story it started around 2018 in South Africa, in the capital city, Cape Town.

Pishka's POV

Date: 18 September 2018