• Tragedy
    A story dedicated and inspired by:
    Above the Influence
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    Tragedy croutched, playing with her broken and frail toys she had been given from her friend, Sue Ann.

    For a second, her mind pondered as she picked up the lifeless Barbie doll that had been dirtied several times before. She stared at it. Her grey eyes fixed to a content glare, which she had seen glint out of the eyes of the plastic doll.

    "Love does not exisist.." Tragedy spat. "...Mommie said so."

    Tragedy dropped the doll after she realized that it was seven o' clock in the after noon. And without thought, she unwillingly glanced at the blazing orange sun.

    It's time. She thought as she ran into her fitting home.

    Inside, she saw Mommie. Sitting in the lanky dinner chair Tragedy had seen her sit in since birth.
    She held a punctured cigarette. It's ashes, tinted red, fell to the broken blue plate that lived at the dinner table.

    Mommie had always had a frightening appearence to Tragedy. Though she saw the woman who gave her life, she also saw, and feared, the woman who could take it away just as easily.

    "What do you want, Tragedy?" She spoke. Knowing Tragedy was there before she had even annouced it.
    Mommie's eyes were fixed on the skimmy white window that viewed the thrashy backyard.

    "I.." Tragedy began nervously. "...I...Mommie...was just wondering if...you would..."
    Tragedy spoke, heartfelt that her Mother was'nt listening.

    "I can't play, it's my solitary time Tragedy, go feed the fish or something."
    Mommie said, annoyed with Tragedy's request.

    But the fish are dead. Tragedy spoke in her mind as she lanced away from the pale kitchen.

    Tragedy felt the familiar treatment of grass when her bare feet were exposed to it's crunchy feel.
    The grass had been dead, since Tragedy was born.

    She grasped the Blonde Barbie doll in her hand. Staring furiously at it as it gave no expression back.

    "Why won't you talk to me!" She screamed.

    Tragedy felt the sea of salty tears flow down her ruby red cheeks.

    "All I want....is a ...friend." She chocked.

    The Barbie doll's lush dirty blonde hair swayed as Tragedy shook it.

    "..You have Ken, but...who do I have?" Tragedy threw the Barbie to the yellow grass and sank to her knees. Sulking into her small, fragile hands.

    "Who...do...I....HAVE!" She yelped in the yard.

    Mommie suddenly appeared at the white doorway. Her face sweaty as she released the urban scent of cigarette into the neighboorhood.

    She latched Tragedy's wrist into her strong grip and dragged her into the house.

    Tragedy, still sulking, stumbled along as she realized Mommie was throwing her into her unforgettable room.

    Mommie yanked her foward, tightening her shoulders as she gave her a seven second glare. Then she flung Tragedy in the "Unforgettable" room.

    "Mommie! Please, no! I'll be good!" Tragedy screamed at the old wooden door.

    Inside of the small room, Tragedy quickly tried to budge open any cheaply painted white window.

    She huffed. Knowing that she could kill herself exhaling like so.

    Her tears melted on her face so quickly, they covered her eyes with a sheet of blurr.

    Her room..Was specifically meant, it..specifically SMELLED like drugs.

    For one purpose. Tragedy was deeply repulsed by the smell of drugs. Her eyes would water whenever in came intact.

    And when Mommie found out. She seemed to have aquired the method that if she locked her in there, she would realize that she has no future.

    And that smell is her future. Future escape.

    Tragedy, with the method happening often, always loathed being in the room not just because of the smell. But because she was claustraphobic.

    She yanked and yanked and the wooden latches. But unsuccessfully had no luck.

    Now..she had no where to turn...at all, she layed on her jail-like bed. Breathing heavily into a sleep.


    ~Her dream~

    Tragedy fell into a moving dream.

    She wore her omnous usual green dress.

    And was falling out of the clouds and to earth's rocky ground.

    Above her, her Mother came to vision.

    She glared at her, huffing as she spoke.

    "You were, the worst mistake of my life, you are...a Tragically born child. You will never live a life, any better than mine!"

    Tragedy watched her mother fade away as she thumped to the ground. Making a small indentation of where she had landed.

    She hoisted out of the hole looking at nothing but pavement and a deep, gothic forrest.

    On the ground she searched for a door, a sign, something to get out her nightmare.

    Frantically, she searched untill the glint of a familiar dirty hair strand caught her eye.

    She ran towards it, blistering her feet on the hot pavement.

    Picking it up, she expected the same jolly expression. But instead, she found the Barbie doll had changed.

    It wore a worried expression, with its eyes painted so clearly grey.

    In one hand, it clutched a cigarette. And in the other it loosly held an alcholics beverage.

    It's tattered blonde hair flinged out of Tragedy's fingers. She stared at it, examining the tattoo marked "Mistaken" on her wrist.

    "This.." Tragedy stammered. "..This...is me."

    Tragedy revealed as she dropped the doll. She backed to the ground, tripping on a sharp rock.

    "Mommie!" she hollered. "Why are you doing this to me? What are you, turning me into!"

    Tragedy knew no one listened, so she looked at the Barbie doll with spatted wet eyes.

    "I...I..." Tragedy closed her eyes, hoping the dream would shatter away.

    Instead, a small figure emerged out of the foggy forrest.
    A girl, who looked fairly similar to her mother.

    She work a black cloak as she approached the frightened Tragedy.

    Slowly, she moved closer, eventually reaching Tragedy face-to-face.

    She bent in to close her eyes next to her ear. Her voice identical to Tragedy's "Mommie" as she spoke.

    "Above the Influence." She whispered.

    As Tragedy snapped her eyes open and came back to reality.


    "There is no love, that bestows out choice.
    There is no pain, that lingers our decision
    There is guilt, that eats our souls
    Untill finally, we see...
    Decisions are unhealthy."

    -xviolxbloomsx


    I dedicate this story to Above the Influence, it takes heart to reveal the shocking truth of bear witness, and conciqences.