deadline | miles edgeworth ✔️

me

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of r@pe & strong language is used.
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I can still vividly remember those days.

Those pain.

Those tears.

Those scars.

I wished they would leave me alone, but it will always be a part of me.

This is me. [L/n] [Y/n]. This is my story.

Uninteresting and boring, but it's a part of me that I wish to erase.

I was still 7 when my parents decided that they don't want to be associated with one another. Somehow, they fell out of love.

I still remembered the journey to the courtroom.

Tears fell from my face as I waited in the lobby alone.

"Dad, that girl over there is crying!"

"Indeed, son. Do you perhaps want to cheer her up?"

"Can I?"

"Yes, you can."

I saw a hand holding onto a red checkered handkerchief in front of my face.

Lifting my head higher, I saw a dark grey hair boy who looked about one or two years older than me.

"Here. Wipe your face!"

I gave a slight nod and reached out to grab hold of the handkerchief, wiping the tears away.

I didn't look back up.

Instead, I clenched the handkerchief tight as my tears started to fall down once again.

"O-Oh no, hey! D-don't cry!"

It didn't stop.

"D-Did someone you knew got murdered or s-something??"

The boy sat down beside me, and immediately I turned away.

"M-My...parents..t-they want to leave each other.."

The boy kept quiet.

I thought he left, I thought I got abandoned again.

But all of a sudden, he pulled me into a simple hug.

"We need to go soon!"

"Alright, Dad!"

The boy released himself from the hug, and he looked at me with a bright smile on his face.

"Hope I'll see you again, courtroom girl!"

But I never saw him again, or more like I couldn't even remember how he looked.

My mother accused my dad of adultery, while my dad accused my mother for abuse.

In the end, I ended up under my mother's custody.

Three days later, she brought home a new man who she claimed to be my father.

I didn't like him.

Everything was normal till two years later when my mother brought in a baby who she claimed to be my younger sister.

I didn't like her, either.

The baby grew up, and soon I became nothing.

That brat, she always pointed fingers at me for everything she had done wrong.