Rewrite Ch 1 - CradleIf there was one thing Misa would not do, it was cry. She would sit so still as to make the people around her think she had stopped breathing, she would stare straight ahead at nothing, and she would clench her fists so tight that it would leave little crescent shaped cuts in her palms. But she would not cry. Her mother always told her she looked terrible when she cried.Rewrite Ch 1 - Cradle8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And Misa-Misa was always supposed to be pretty and happy.
At least, that's what she kept telling herself. As long as Misa held onto that mantra, the hushed voices around her weren't sonoticeable. Not so irritable.
She had come home the night before to police sirens and yellowtape and people asking her to step away from her home. A botched burglary, they had said. Her parents had been home at the time, and though Misa had already known the answer, she still couldn't help but ask the question, hoping to be wrong.
"Where are Misa's parents?"
The officers at the scene had glanced uncomfortably at each other, before finally