People often told short stories to their children of the girl who never sleeps. The girl whom, is always seen, standing at the top of the tall building in the centre of the village, watching the clouds, or indeed stars pass by. They told it to their children to fill their hearts with hope and joy, when yet, the true story that lay behind this girl was a lot darker.
The story often went like:
"Standing a-top the highest tower,
Right in the centre of town
Each and every passing hour,
Would the girl whom could not sleep,
Watch the clouds and stars alike; without making a single peep.
No one had seen her move from her spot,
Like she was frozen in a trance,
Counting every star across the sky dot.
She'd not move for anything, come rain or fall,
Come Spring or Summer,
She'd never move at all.
For she loved the soothing sky,
Day or night,
Until the day she'd die.
It washed away all her sorrow,
All her mistakes and pain,
And sure as fate, she'd be there tomorrow,
Loving her little world which filled her with joy,
Being seen by every girl and boy.
Everyone has their own little place,
Which lights their life with love and grace.
It just so happened, this girl, whom could not sleep,
Had found it at that tower's peak."
It was not a perfect poem, like a child had written it, but it never stopped getting the uplifting message it wanted to share across. Yet, always, and always without fail, they would warn their children never to approach this girl on the top of that particular building, for she was not to be spoken or interacted with. Only when they would grow up, did they receive the information of who that girl truly was.
For that girl, as pale as a lily, stood on that ledge for more reasons than the story had provided. After finishing another killing spree, she'd come here to bathe in the daylight or starlight, wash away her sins and contemplate if everyone would be better off, if she just slipped off the edge of that roof, and fell to her death.
It wasn't like she didn't enjoy ripping life away from unsuspecting, innocent victims. She loved every moment of her violent killings, but she missed that family she had pushed away. After her father and brother died in a car accident, which she had accidentally caused, all the regret and guilt had sent her descending into madness and mental illness. She no longer was capable of feeling sympathy, or remorse for her actions. She felt empty and alone. She could barely remember why she was killing people, why she wasn't at home with her family, safe and warm.
It had been many years since then, she was barely twenty-four years old...and still, she killed and wept for her lonely life a-top the high building.
The police had long given up and catching her or solving her case, and her family, ashamed and worried for their daughter, stayed away from her and bribed the corrupted services into not arresting or getting her committed. However, this did not stop the only properly functioning service from looking into her. Children. Curious children, who were not or refused to be afraid of their parents' warnings.
"Come on! We'll miss her! Look! She's right there!"
Masumi called to her best friend, Y/N.
"I-I don't know Masumi-chan...People say she's dangerous...!"
He spoke quietly to courageous, younger Masumi.
"Hey, you told me that we'd go on adventures and solve mysteries! Isn't this just what you meant?"
Masumi tilted her head, in slight confusion at Y/N, as he looked at her, afraid.
Truth be told, Y/N had a reason to be afraid of that girl on top of that tall building. He had lost his family to her, and watched her leave his home, covered in blood. He didn't tell Masumi any of this. Surely, she'd be afraid, and she probably cry. Masumi was brave, but too kind to be aggressive or fight someone. So, he just told his parents didn't like him, so he ran away. He remembered the event well. After all, it wasn't all that long ago. He was thirteen years old, and he was barely five when the attack took place. He'd never been enrolled in school, and he'd avoided social services like the plague. Everyone just assumed that he had been killed too. Masumi was the only one who knew he was alive, and she herself was an 'orphan', who'd ran away from her orphanage. She lived with Y/N, in an old house, which was abandoned and extremely run-down. Despite the fact that Y/N was barely three years older than Masumi, Y/N had always been the father of their 'little family' as they called it. Masumi promised however, that once she promised once she turned nine years old, she would take over and be the mother. And so she did. Y/N relied on her now, but he did everything in his power to protect her.
Masumi had been forced to grow up quickly, after her family left her into an orphanage after a life-changing event became too over-whelming for them to keep her. However, Masumi, feeling unwanted and unloved, told everyone she was an orphan...that she wasn't just dumped and forgotten about. She hated the orphanage. All the kids would make fun of her because she was left there, and they often found pleasure in tormenting her because she was different from everybody else. She was courageous and a bit weird. She would talk to herself. She never really played with the other kids. She just cleared off on her own; drawing, playing games with herself or making her wedding scrapbook. In the orphanage, there was one kind staff member, whom had told Masumi about her engagement and all about what she had planned her ceremony to be. Masumi was intrigued, and mesmerised by the idea of a perfect wedding, and being a princess for the day. Every week, the female staff member would bring her wedding magazines for her to cut the pictures out of that she liked for her wedding one day. She made her a scrapbook so she could have the book forever. However, this kind female left the orphanage when Masumi was six to get married, never returned and didn't invite Masumi to the wedding like she promised she would. Things only got worse. The tormenting got too much for her, and she ran away. She lived on the streets for a few days before Y/N found her and took her in. The two have inseparable every since.
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