VIOLENS
PROLOGUES
It's me, Agatha Violen. A simple girl who grew up pretty well, in an orphanage. Since childhood, even after 2 days I was born in this world, my parents have already handed me over at the orphanage.
Ah no, it's,
Father means. At the moment I do not know of his whereabouts and news. Care about? of course not anymore. I've been grudging him for a long time, trying to forget him. An old lady of the caretaker's house also never talked about my father.
My mammy?
Little did I tell you, my mother died after giving birth to me. In a private hospital, on September 20, 2002. Of course it became my birth date at once. So I refused to celebrate my birthday.
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Over time, I grew up. Now I'm a student at an elite high school. Why elite? I come from a home. It was all because of the submission from the old lady of the caretaker, he recommended my name to get a full scholarship. And luck sided with me, I accepted the scholarship and was able to start school there after this summer break.
You could say, I'm pretty bad at socializing. I don't have many friends, when Tk, SD and SMP. Only 1 person who became my friend since Elementary School, he was both raised in an orphanage. The rest, ignoring me, mocking me and others oppressing me. A liverache? sure yeah. At Junior High, I had moved schools, but my fate remains the same unlucky.
I don't know what mistake I made, I can only accept all that chest space. However, a strong feeling grew from within me, asking me to get up and change things. Actually, when I was 17.
After graduating from Junior High, I decided to live independently, out of the orphanage. I know this is the stupidest decision I ever made, but my determination is very strong. With courage, I try to interact with the world and the environment around me.
Although it was difficult at first, I began to accept and get used to it.
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I am currently living alone, having obtained a permit and a place of residence that is quite close to the school.
Although it was originally just a firewood storage shed and obsolete items, my nanny at the parlor changed everything from the living room to the room.
It's not all free, I'm the one who asked to give you a monthly rental fee. My caretaker agreed, because my house is not his, but his relatives.
it was in my room that I was often pensive. Thinking about my life all this time. Every day I always ask for a miracle to come, but in vain. Maybe the gods are sleeping, so don't hear my words.
Surprisingly, the dream keeps recurring, even when accidentally falling asleep during the day. As if, there is something to be conveyed through these dreams.
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The day began evening, the rain slowly subsided, now leaving dew on the window glass. The classical music of my late mother, I played it on purpose. Reviewing the photo album in my hand.
Tomorrow is my second week at school. The sign is, I have to mentally prepare to go back to school, although it is a little difficult because there are some obstacles. But it doesn't dampen my spirits, I also have to work part-time tomorrow.
While seriously reviewing my late mother's photo album, my eyes were turned out of the window.
Wh who?
The tall male figure, with sleeveless clothes was like looking at me. No, it's true he's looking at me. His body is facing my house. I was curious about the figure that was looking at me, then with a little courage rushed out of the house.
Surprisingly, the male figure disappeared, right after I passed the door. But my steps were quite bold, I stepped confidently closer to the place where the man had stood before.
When we got there, something strange. Like I was experiencing something I often experience. I try to remember more clearly and..
Big tree by the river, dream?
I immediately pinched my own hand, testing whether I was dreaming or not. But what I got was pain, therefore, I tried to refocus with the face of the man I had seen earlier.
Not so sure if it is true that he is the figure who is also in my dream or not.
Because the sky was getting late, I decided to go back into the house. Besides it's pretty dangerous to be alone in a place like this, I'd rather stay home.
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