Meisa laughed and laughed. She was waltzing with her own guilt, and fears. She had become obsessed with the Garisons, after the Massacre she nearly lost her mind. Her sanity at this point was gone, she unwittingly followed the path to fear and a static state of mind. Her mind was blank, her unconscious choices were grave. She was on her way, waltzing to the edge of her man-made cliff. Trapped in a chamber of her on creation, or of someone elses.
As she Waltz closer to the edge she thinks about her past.
Lies? Manipulation? This story is about an 80 year old maid who takes care of a 14 year old girl who's blind and cannot walk. Her entire family was massacred 10 years ago, but the girl doesn't know yet.
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