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A History Of Hate
By SEB (foter po dma gueule :P expecially YOU Kandiche )

In this misunderstood world, under a pitch black sky , covered by ear pearcing syrens. there she was a little girl, on a swing going back and forth. Her bare feet were tickled by the tall wet grass. It wasn't the first time she ever felt so lonely for at least 5 years. She took time to think back about her memories she didnt remember them well just images in her head, sents, emotions she has felt. She new that everything would change from now on it was some gut feeling....... the memories came back more meaningfull than ever before now that she came to realise what they ment now that she got older.
She remembered when she was 4 she was alone with her mum sitting in a little babypark playing with her mother caressing her long sliky black haire. She had put some white flowers in her mothers hair wich contrasted strongly with her jet black hair. There was something peculiar with her mother even if she had dark hair she had the purest blue colour in her eyes. They were bright and shinny as if stolen by an angel. Her mother received a call from her mobile and after her eyes her shinning more than ever. The little girl saw her mothers tears pearlin in her eyes like little beads they looked so fragile and rare. The girl asked her what was wrong but then whiping her tears off she said nothing and strted to tickle her daughterand then they gigled and all was forgotten, allmoste for later that night the girl was tortured by screams and yelling in the house.
She remembered this so well to well even. She slept each night in fear hiding under a pillow and her covers it seemed sad. After each night she saw her mother with bruises on her armes and legs and she always gave her the same truthless stories about how these bruises came to be. She realises how much she has been manipulated over the years but she forgave her mother because now she knew her reasons for doing so. When she came of age of understanding things she asked questions more and more about what was happening. Her mother would always use that forced smile and gently changes the subject of the conversation. But still she kept seeing her mother's painfull tears flowing down her pale cheaks.
The next years her dad had left the house with all his belonging this might have bin the end of the family in which she had lived in but someway after the departure of dad, her mother was shinning, she seemed free. She realised how much better life was since dad has left things were easier for mum, she would break into tears when dad closed the door of the house before going to work, no more wet kisses that were more discomforting than conforting coming from a mother. Still everything went so good but something was missing. Mum knew that she needed another man in her life but she could find any. And so she kept spoiling her little brat daughter like she used to say to have a laugh.
The girl smiled with pleasure on the swing when she remembered all those "private slumber parties" she used to do with her mother. They would usually do it for special occasions like a birthday party ,a national event like the 14 of july or even just because mum had got a better job. They would use these slumber parties to cheer each other up when they were down, they would usuall talk a bout boys and how stupid they can be and how cute some are. It would would aso end up by ending with the fatal question of what is love? What is it to be in love with someone? There would be a long pause and a moment of hesitation before her mum answeres and she would always say " Love is something special were to beings desire each other more than anything else but not only physically it could be emotionally sexually and plenty of other ways only tru love can be expressed in all those ways possible that's why it is so rare Helena." She would always nod at her mothers words with admirance towards her and pride to have such a wise mother. She was so nice sensible, delicate, clever, full of love and life and above all strong inside and ever so beautifull her dark feature her dark eyes hair but so pale skin would illuninate her beauty towards passing people's eyes. She was perfect. All these moments the Helena had spent with her dear darling mother were so precious and she savoured them, she had so much love for her and the love her mother gave back was so strong.

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