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So, people have been saying I have these amazing powers: The power to delete memories as I wish! Now I thought this was ridiculous, but lately I’ve realised, hey you’re right! I have these amazing memory deletion powers. I blocked out a traumatic memory. Round of applause to the ridiculously smart people that came up with the idea that one can just delete memories they don’t like from their brain at will!

Moving on, let me talk about the memory I was able to delete: This is kind of hard to say but I was raped by a man and his daughter, the girl who I only know by the name I Got Raped By A Paedophile, named after a book she wrote that was full of made up facts, and a nameless man who is her father. I somehow managed to recover the memory of this ordeal at least partially today.

What happened:

One evening I went for a walk to the village/town of Lusk which is about half an hour’s walk away from my house. Nothing unusual happened until I started walking back, and realised there was a little girl walking behind me. I thought it was strange that she was walking this far away from the village but thought it better not to poke my nose into other people’s business. However as we reached the countryside the girl started saying weird things. She shouted ‘Go away scumbag!’ and kept walking behind me. I was really creeped out by now but kept walking and went home.

I thought I was safe now but a few minutes after arriving home I heard the door open. It was the girl. She walked inside and asked me if I liked porn. She said she liked watching child porn. I didn’t like the direction this was heading and told her to get out but she wouldn’t listen. She told me to lie down and I said no. She came up and started hitting me and I tried to push her back. Then I noticed the sound of a car in the driveway and the front door opened and a man came in. The girl said ‘Dad’! He walked up to the daughter and said something to her and fumbled around in his bag, and gave her a dildo. All he said was ‘You know what to do’. They backed me into a corner. They both pulled down my jeans and underwear and the man pinned me to the ground. I fought and shouted but there was nobody nearby. The man pulled down his jeans and took advantage of me. The daughter watched and when the ordeal was over he gave her a nod and, with the man still holding me down, she tried feeling me up and then stuck her dildo into me. I screamed but nobody heard me.

When it was over they both left the house and got into the father’s car and drove away.

I was petrified and confused and didn’t know what to do.

I think it was around then that the incident started fading from my memory, but I’m not sure. I just think I would have gone to the police station if something had happened to me, which is why I think the memory disappeared shortly after the rape. That or/and I might have doubted that the police would believe I was raped by a little girl. Either way I was traumatised for as long as I could remember it and I think deleting the memory helped me cope a whole lot.

Later that evening the father drove around the neighbourhood saying I raped his daughter. He seemed like the same person that came into my house and raped me anyway. The probability was very high. The irony.

So, what happens was they both raped me, then tried to cover up their crime by saying the culprit was me. I can’t believe I forgot about this. I guess this is the cost of deleting your memories. This is so low.

Just one problem; Because my memories are fuzzy, I forget what the girl and man looked like. If you know who they are, please tell me.

So, I was raped by a man and his daughter, and I didn’t like this memory so I miraculously deleted it from my mind and replaced it with another memory. Wow! I’m like an AI! Who knows what else I can do with this ability. Give me a nobel prize! I deserve it after all this. And send these two molesters to prison. I will never fully recover from this and what they took away from me. And how dare they put the crime to my name after what they did! Let’s put an end to rapists like this!

I guess not everyone is full of shit. Thanks for pointing me in the right direction and helping me figure out what happened, special power accusers! You cleared everything up! I wouldn’t have figured it out without you.


Edit: I just recovered more memories of the scene. The child's father was actually walking behind her to my house, but he maintained a distance from her. He seemed to be observing what would happen. Then, as the father was arriving at my house it seemed like another person drove their car into the drive. I don't know who it was but they seemed to be there to help the girl and man, and they drove away in this person's car afterwards.

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Read my story of survival here: 

My Story of Survival (updated)Here is an updated version of My Story of Survival (The World's Most Massive Bullying Incident)
Contents:
Pre-Japan
Japan
The nightmare fueled disaster
Everything I write here is serious, not a joke.
I have always been an artist and a comic book writer. My life was normal until it was ruined by many people and organisations. I will talk about it in more detail here.
Before you read the rest I should give you a short explanation on autism, aspergers syndrome and pervasive personality disorder.
The autism spectrum is a wide spectrum of disabilities which are characterised by bad social skills and some developmental problems. Aspergers syndrome is a branch of autism which is characterised by bad social skills and problems with executive functioning. People with this disorder can sometimes be very good at cloaking their symptoms. Pervasive personality disorder is something that unlike normal aspergers, is not something you are born with but something that is aqcuired throughout one's lifet

Here is an updated version of My Story of Survival (The World's Most Massive Bullying Incident)

Contents:
Pre-Japan
Japan
The nightmare fueled disaster


Everything I write here is serious, not a joke.

I have always been an artist and a comic book writer. My life was normal until it was ruined by many people and organisations. I will talk about it in more detail here.

Before you read the rest I should give you a short explanation on autism, aspergers syndrome and pervasive personality disorder.

The autism spectrum is a wide spectrum of disabilities which are characterised by bad social skills and some developmental problems. Aspergers syndrome is a branch of autism which is characterised by bad social skills and problems with executive functioning. People with this disorder can sometimes be very good at cloaking their symptoms. Pervasive personality disorder is something that unlike normal aspergers, is not something you are born with but something that is aqcuired throughout one's lifetime, usually from confusing life events. I have aspergers syndrome and possibly a bit of pervasive personality disorder. As a girl I am usually good at cloaking the symptoms.

I was diagnosed with aspergers syndrome as a child; However I rejected it until much later.

I also believe I suffered from bad OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) at the time I was looking for a coat.

Pre-Japan

I was born in a hospital in Lithuania, to a Lithuanian mother and an Irish father, although I didn't spend much time there as we moved back to Ireland after a few months. I spent my early childhood in Rathfarnham where I made a few friends. That was where my younger brother was born. I used to sing a song about pylons, as there were pylons in the area around us. I would sing about pylons while on the swings in the park.

My parents wanted to move but we didn't have a place yet, so we first moved from Marley Avenue in Rathfarnham to a house in Blanchardstown, and then to an area in between Lusk and Swords.

I frequently went to the markets my dad went to. I was bold and was told off by a scary woman for chasing the chickens. I loved animals but was a bit careless at that age.

I frequently went to visit my grandparents in Lithuania. We went nearly every summer and they are some of my happiest memories.

I attended Cardough primary school. My friends and I came up with a motto that we would chant together, saying (insert name) is the best girl in the world! We'd chant each girl's name in turns and go around the playground saying that. Once a friend of mine told the teacher that she came up with a song for her work; Then I copied her and sang a song for whatever reason, probably because I thought it was funny, and I was put on timeout which confused me. This was the start of many confusing events.

At the time we had two pets, a cat that belonged to the house we were renting and a dog that we were minding for a friend of my parents. We also lived next to a family that owned horses and I was allowed to ride one with their daughter once.

After attending Curdough school for about a year I went into a new school called Swords Educate together. It didn't turn out to be the place I'd wanted it to be like but I loved it at first. The principal, Gerard, was very kind and so was the deputy principal Mary. I wrote the principal a letter once talking about how much I loved him.

I also met who was to become my best friend for many years. We went around the campus on the first day, talking to each other.

I moved with my family from there to Lusk which was to be my home from now on. At first we lived in a shaleigh as the house was still being built.

I had a good friend from Curdough school who lived right next to us. We got along just fine until one day, she hit me for a reason I can't remember and I hit her back. She ran off to her mother, who came back and told me to apologise. I refused and said she (the girl) needed to apologise to me first but she (the mother) wasn't having any of it, so I just walked off back to my house, and that was the end of our friendship.

One day something happened at school. There was a young boy, a black boy, jumping with his hands on Mary's back. Another boy from the school hit the boy right in front of me. Mary turned around and without assessing the situation grabbed me and started asking if I had hit the boy. She asked over and over and I said no, until I lied and said yes. She put me on timeout and I called the boy who had hit him stupid.

Then the president, Mary McAleese came to the school and I was selected along with the boy that was hit to greet her. She practically ignored me and only greeted the boy. I'm not sure if Mary and Gerard had been bullying me behind my back.

While living in that house I was also told to get off my own lawn by someone visiting my mother. I was also told on another occasion to get out of an estate that I was jumping around in after my mother parked there, by an ugly old woman.

Things got better. I made various friends, with both boys and girls. We played outside and on the bus. One time a boy came up to me and asked 'Can you take keys out of a gutter?' Jokingly I said 'Yes!' Then he took me to a gutter and I learned that he had actually dropped his keys down the gutter. I was determined to take the keys out and poked at them with a stick until I finally got them out. Everybody praised me and I felt very proud of myself.

Then our school moved from a football club to a Swords town council building, I think it was. We had lots of fun on the football field at yard time. On the bus home I hung out with my group of friends. I was very boisterous.

I drew a lot and made Pokemon and Digimon comics and shared them with my friends.

However my relationship with the school darkened when a new teacher came to the school. Her name was Bronagh and she was in charge of teaching our class. She shouted a whole lot and made my life miserable (along with the other pupils). I was very glad when that year was over. I noticed during that year that I had become quieter. Nearly a mute. Also, at the time Bronagh became my teacher, a whole lot of my friends moved out of the school. This also made me quieter. You could say I became a shell of my former self. These were tough times.

After a few slightly turbulent years in school I moved on to secondary school. I went to Mount Temple Comprehensive School, which I liked very much. I was extremely shy during the first two or so years and spent most of my time drawing. Even after I found my friend group I spent most of my time drawing. I was obsessed with art, namely anime art. I loved anime and I loved drawing.

At the time I was obsessed with Japan after reading a book about it and reading an article in a Digimon magazine. I wanted to go there all my life since that time and borrowed a Linguophone from the library to learn Japanese from. I didn't complete it then and my fluency in Japanese came at a later date.

I joined a friend group of what turned out to be a group full of social rejects. I joined them because a lot of them liked anime and manga, like me. I loved Japanese culture and would have hung out with Japanese people if there were any of them around. But there weren't, so I hung around with that friend group. We had good memories but looking back I regret not hanging out with more people and branching out to different groups, because I was just too shy. More diversity would have been great for a quiet girl.

I had a lot of good memories in school and with my friends, with some crazy and funny teachers.

My friends included girls whom I will call R and A. R was a very friendly girl that I looked up to and wanted to be more like. I admired her kindness. We both loved Japanese culture which was something we bonded over. A was good at art and I bonded with her over that. We were two good artists and were known for that.

I (and the whole friend group) drifted away from R as she started doing her own thing, and we also drifted away from a few other people in the group.

During my time in secondary school, I embarked on two projects. One was my manga, Area 9. It was about a high school boy who got kidnapped by a so-called terrorist in a dystopian future. It took me two years to complete. The second was my learning of the Japanese language. I used a method called AJATT (All Japanese All The Time) in which you emerse yourself in the Japanese language and avoid all English language input. It worked, but looking back I think it was incompatible with my lifestyle in Ireland and isolated me because I was very serious about it and took it quite literally.

When I entered University things took a turn for the worst. My house mates in first year were incredibly noisy and I couldn't get anything done. They were also rude. I fell into a deep depression after 1st  year. My house mates in second year were bullies and the leader was probably a psychopath. They lied to me, gaslighted me and were aggressive. The effect they had on me was awful. I acted somewhat aggressively towards my friends in Japan because of it, even though I was usually nothing of the sort. I managed to get away from those housemates half way through the year and moved in with nice foreign students as house mates and I got along with a nice Korean woman especially.

But the depression from earlier lingered on and living in a gloomy room didn't help.

Japan

I finally went to Japan, after suffering from a lot of depression. I had saved up and waited my whole life  to get there. Japan was a pretty place; I really liked it there. However when I arrived my suitcase went missing, which had all my things in it. I just narrowly managed to find my friend's (or aquaintance's) house and she helped me out. I nearly wanted to cry when I got there. I had nearly become lost in a new country without a phone connection. My friend had a very nice family and was very nice herself. She helped me get everything I needed and I popped in to work with her. We parted ways in Osaka station and I was ready to go to Kyoto. I preferred Osaka, but Kyoto was also a beautiful city.

But on the second month of my arrival to Japan I was verbally assaulted by an old Japanese man. He stood behind me in a store and muttered down my back 'Hurry, hurry up, you scum, scum of a human', over and over again. At the time I wasn't sure if this was really happening and I was too scared to retaliate. I was very shaken and went to the store giving the store owner a warning to give to the old man. But that didn't stop me from being petrified wherever I went.

Shortly after I was finally allowed to join the Yosakoi dance team, Londo, which I had been so crazy about joining. I was behind everyone else so they had to teach me how to dance. I was really really crazy about this type of dance and thought it was so fun.

There was one day called Pocky Day and I only realised it when I came to dance practice. I was given an inflated pocky stick and had fun having sword fights with it.

During my first ever performance, my team members wrapped the scarf I was  wearing around my whole body, so that it would cover me and stop me  from being cold. Then a bunch of girls from another dance team said while walking past me, so that I could hear it, 'What's that foreigner wearing, it's so lame!' to which I took great offense to.

While in the dance team I met a guy called Tony. He was very nice when I first met him and after being verbally assaulted by the old man, I was desperately in need of someone to make me feel protected. I wanted someone who could protect me from people like him. You might say I fell in love with him (Tony) but it was more like traumatic bonding, possibly.

I was desperately in need of help during the weeks after I joined the dance team. My urge to meet Tony again grew more and more as time went on. I was extremely lonely. Then I found out that he had a girlfriend which made things even worse. However I still wanted to be friends with him even if I couldn't go out with him. He seemed strong and tough which was just what I wanted in a friend. I started texting him on the messaging app LINE but we got into a quarrel. I got annoyed that he seemed to be avoiding me and confessed that I had feelings for him. This was not an advancement, I just wanted him to know. Our relationship became sour from then on.

There was a guy in my dance team called Kuroda who I got along with, though he had a girlfriend (whom I also wanted to get along with) so our relationship was a bit strained. I identified as a tomboy back then and I wanted male friends, as I felt I could get along with them better. However it seemed like they might have been portraying me as a slut behind my back. Kuroda was my crush that year which complicated our relationship since I liked him a whole lot but knew I couldn't be with him (but thought we could still work out as friends. Silly me)

I messaged Kuroda one day and asked whether it's better to bow down to other people and try to fit in or boldly stand out. He answered with the latter. That day I also bought a coat. I was going to go with the black one but at the last moment I decided to go with the edgier brown coat. I deeply regretted it later on.

I had gotten along with Kuroda a bit before but our relationship took a different turn when I had sent him a cryptic message out of desperation because I had been hurting so much. I had been verbally assaulted by an old man and my living conditions were bad. That message changed our relationship. Kuroda probably knew something was up before but now he was avoiding me and acted cautious around me.

What really messed up my life in Japan was when I went searching for a new coat. It (the coat) gave me unwanted attention such as the time when people on campus were pointing out 'Oh, look at that formal coat'! and later when I was sitting alone on campus someone said 'Foreigner. Foreigner. Foreigner'. As well as that people in my dance team were pointing out at my coat. This made me feel really uncomfortable. I thought there was something wrong with my coat.

So I went around the shopping centres looking for a new one. I didn't want to buy an expensive one since I had already bought a coat this year making me very flustered. I didn't want it to be expensive, and it had to fit my frame since a lot of the coats were too small because they were made for Japanese frames. I wanted something that was reasonably fashionable as well because I wanted to be liked by my friends in the dance team. For all these reasons it took me a very long time to find a coat. I was also afraid of being verbally assaulted or harassed again and this is what really made me so nervous about getting a new coat. I was terrified of what might happen if I didn't pick the right coat this time.

I was afraid of hanging out with my friends in college because of my coat. I was too damn vulnerable at the time.

I didn't even bother with much sightseeing becauase thought I had the rest of my life to do it and I had an embarrassing coat to wear at this moment.

The Nightmare Fuelled Disaster

I finally found a new coat that was cheap and didn't stand out too much (because I was afraid of standing out). It fit perfectly and was a nice black colour. It was the perfect coat for me at the time. However on the day I got my new coat and was ready to finally start living life, people on the streets started calling me names. I also noticed people taking photos of me.

This was when I realised I had aspergers syndrome. That completely explained the repetitiveness of what I was doing. But it was too late now.

I had so much I wanted to do and so many friends I wanted to make during my year in Japan, but it was all ruined by the people that took photos of me and the news people that put me on TV.

My life spiralled out of control from that day onward.

They used the animal terms for male and female when trying to figure out my gender.

Wherever I went people would call me ugly.

I went to escape to an aquaintance's  house in Osaka (the same person I stayed with at the start of my trip). As I was walking to the train station people were talking about me from all around, and when I arrived at the train tracks one man pushed me as he was walking past me and a disgusting man rubbed his belly and licked his lips when he saw that I was a woman.

I went on the train and people all around me were looking at me and saying 'busu' (ugly). I remember them all staring at me and smiling (and not in a friendly way)

From then on the city was full of the sound of sirens. I was terrified of what was happening around me. It was like a nightmare come true.

They called me a name that translated to uncivilised, barbarian etc. and I would hear that wherever I went, among other things. This was a very offensive term.

Once on the train to dance practice, I was messaging Kuroda while an evil high school girl looked down at me and told her mother I was taking pictures of her skirt and sending it off to someone. She looked down at me like I was shit and said that I'll probably just say I was playing video games.

I learned later that a girl (the same or a different girl, I don't know) wrote a book about me groping her. I hope she's received a suitable punishment for spreading lies.

I went to a winter trip (snowboarding) with my dance team. I was still shaken up from what had happened before. Someone asked me if I had had sex with anyone in the dance team and I joked that I had sex with Yuichi. This was a complete joke and was not to be taken seriously. I thought it was obvious that I didn't actually have sex with him. Also my mind went a bit bonkers after what had happened shortly before the winter trip. I was not in a sane state of mind in the weeks following what had happened. Anyway, in case it can't be made any clearer, me having sex with Yuichi was a complete joke.

After my next festival I was thinking of going home to Ireland and taking refuge there. I thought this might be my last festival.

Back in the dance team, we were preparing for the next festival. It was called Hamayosa. At the festival people were bullying me from all sides. People in the town were whispering at me and making me feel like a monster. The people from the other dance teams were making fun of my dancing and also insulting me. It was too much for one day and by the end of the day I was mortified.

After the performances boys in the hotel were playing pranks on me by ringing  my hotel doorbell and I chased them around. For that split moment it seemed like everything was back to normal.

I had wanted to make up with Tony after what had happened and got to talk a little with him during the festival but it still didn't really feel like we had made up. I still felt the bitterness from before. Maybe we couldn't be friends again.

That night Jukujo and Shigenyan of the dance team came to visit me and gave me alcohol with some other food. I'm not sure if there was something contained in it that was meant to knock me out or if it was just normal alcohol.

Later, while in agony I sent a text to Kuroda saying let's talk lots, meaning let's talk lots when I'm gone because it hurt so much that I wouldn't be able to see him again as I really liked him and looked up to him. I guess he took this to mean something else because at 3am in the night, while in the shower I got a knock on the door. I took this as another prank and didn't answer the door at first but then got curious and opened the door and there was nobody there. I was devastated. I could have missed my last chance at meeting him. In desperation I did something stupid and texted on to the team's LINE group, who had been ringing my doorbell? I went to sleep and had a dream about kissing Kuroda (or trying to anyway). I don't know if this was a dream or not, though I was pretty certain that it was a dream.

The next day everyone in my dance team was calling me ugly. People were still bullying me and I felt horrible.

The next day, Kuroda wrote on the LINE group to write your opinions on how the festival went. He said come to the plaza at 3 o clock, but didn't write whether it was at am or pm. I remembered that the doorbell rang at 3am at Hamayosa and believed this was some kind of subliminal message to meet up at 3am. I wanted to go the first time but missed the university's closing time. I thought he wanted to talk to me and protect me from danger but I wasn't sure exactly what he wanted. Meeting up in secret at night seemed a bit suspicious and I didn't want to get in the way of his relationship with his girlfriend as I thought by now that we had probably gotten too close. I was reluctant to go but finally started going. I never met him.

I did write a letter though, in which I said I wanted to kiss him (this was only something I wanted to do after my doorbell was rung) but never got to, and that I wanted to make up with Tony but couldn't. I was really dispirited at this time.

At first I was scared for the safety of other people so I avoided contact with many people. I regret this now. In tough times one must find others to stick together with. I was also thinking about running away into hiding so I stayed hidden for a lot of the time, the opposite of what I probably should have been doing.

The dance team introduced us to our new performance. It was about the Kinkakuji (a golden building in Japan). Just as it was about to be finished, it was destroyed and had to be rebuilt. This song was thought to be especially for me; It meant that I was special/perfect and was going to come back to Japan. However due to what was going on around me and what I was planning (but largely because I just couldn't go outside even though I wanted to), I wasn't able to succeed in going outside and getting things done. I may never be able to go to that place (Japan) again.

Despite the theme of the song, nobody seemed too keen on helping me. Maybe if I had gotten help, things would have turned out differently. It might have been due to that evil girl that went around claiming that she was groped by me.

When I went back to college, people were bullying me from all sides. They would talk loudly about me wherever I went and say horrible things, like that there's nothing in my head and I'm scum of a human, etc. etc.. It was very hard to go to class and I ended up missing a lot of my classes. The kind of vitrol that people used against me was to affect me in the future and influence me in bad ways.

Every day, for nearly a year, the same old thing happened. I would be called names by the people I passed on the street, constantly. This would happen many times each time I went out, in Japan and later in Ireland too. I was stuck in my room all year long because there were people verbally abusing me on the streets, all year long. I could only go out for the basics. People wouldn't even try to be discreet around me, they would insult me openly and seemed to find it funny that I couldn't respond because there were so many of them.

I snapped at Kuroda a little bit due to all the abuse I was reveiving, which I regret.

Our next festival was Kakogawa. On the train to Kakogawa people were calling me ugly and there was one woman who stood in front of me and talked about how ugly I was, right in front of my face. She had a husband and children though, so I didn't want to do anything to her like take pictures of her.

At the end of Kakogawa my head hurt from all the abuse I was getting from my team mates, other teams and civilians, and I took the wrong train. I ended up in a train station in the middle of nowhere and it was pitch black outside. I stood by the wall and there were people from outside the train station talking about me in hoarse, frightening voices. I felt like I was going to die that night.

I sent a message to Kuroda saying if I don't show up tomorrow I might be dead. I somehow managed to get home safely but the next morning I started hyperventilating. I was afraid of going outside and getting more abuse on that horrific journey. I texted Kuroda that going on the train was like torture, but I won't die.

Eventually I mustered up the courage to go, thinking that I might still get the chance to perform in one of the later performances. When I arrived another team member gave out to me and Kuroda came to me with a very grave face, and I started crying. The noises all around me sounded like 'busu' (ugly). It was surreal.

In college, I met many new people. I had wanted to hang out with the people from my dance team but at first, I was afraid to be seen in that coat so avoided contact. Then, it was too late, the bullying had started and I was afraid to hang out with them. Instead I usually hung around in the commons room for foreigners. I met many people there, including Japanese that were part of the foreign studies department, and we chatted about Japanese culture, other cultures and various other things. I had no true friends (I was nearly, could you say, afraid of getting too close to anyone) but I had several people that I talked with a few times and got along with.

The abuse continued and I was so traumatised that at one point it even hurt to draw.

On my way back home I visited South Korea and Vietnam, which were very enjoyable despite the continuation of the abuse that was thrown at me.

On my kindle I downloaded Adolf Hitler's 'Mein Kampf' and Anne Frank's 'Diary of a Young Girl' to learn more about history, because it looked like history was repeating itself (Japan's prime minister has plans to intorduce Mein Kampf into schools, which I found very frightening, and the people of Japan and the countries that were to follow showed discriminatory behavior that remind me a bit of Hitler or Donald Trump, while Anne Frank's situation mildly reminded me of my own situation). I haven't read much of either though.

If Japan wasn't bad enough, things continued on in Ireland. Even after I had arrived in Ireland, I was abused wherever I went. I retaliated a few times but overall I did quite a good job at ignoring them, although this limited my activities exceedingly and I had a lot of trouble going to class back in college. The walk from my house to college was long and I had a lot to go through. They would call me all sorts of names. But even worse were the builders outside my house. They talked and abused me all day long and made it considerably hard for me to concentrate. Those builders were evil. There were also people that would stand outside my house and talk nothing but bad things about me. I had to deal with this constantly. I think the builders were responsible for giving me quiet voices in my head.

It was then that the slut-shaming started. In Ireland, I'd hear it as I went outside, I even heard it once from a so-called member of UCC's feminist society. All because I fell in love with a guy.

I was in so much need of help and in so much pain. I desperately needed help but couldn't think of where to go. There was nothing I could do.

I fantasized about all the different futures I could have. I fantasized about travelling, working as an artist like I had always wanted to, and even taking over the world. I wrote about the futures I could have. I wrote about living in the countryside, maybe starting a family, and becoming a freelance artist. The bullying was so bad that I wrote potential ways to get out of it. On one piece of paper I wrote about taking over the world out of desperation for my dire situation. I snapped at a world that I wanted to do good for but was bullying me to death for no reason.  I also considered making this into a story. But I couldn't settle with that as I hated it so much, so then I wrote about how I would still be able to follow my dream of being an artist. Being an artist was the only thing I really wanted to do but I thought it would be impossible now that this was happening.

Then, one day, my life was ruined by my horrible landlord named Noreen. By this time I had completely forgotten about the ruling the world idea. There was a storm, and I had gone home for the weekend. I had left my windows open and asked her to close them but then thought there's no point in bothering her because the storm had passed, so I told her not to bother. Then, from what I heard, Noreen said I must have been hiding something so she went snooping around my room and found the piece of paper and started telling everyone that I wanted to take over the world, even though by then I had completely scrapped the idea. Noreen ruined my life for no good reason. She might have told people that I wanted to rule the world with my art, though this might have been another person. Purging the population wasn't even something I was too keen on. I just wrote it in nearly as an extra, to rid the world of the bad guys.

Later on people found my DeviantART account where all my artwork was posted. Some guy in my University said in a very condescending voice 'All she draws are sexy ladies!' which confused me a lot as I didn't really draw sexy ladies a whole lot. They were saying nothing but vitrol and talking in horrible voices.

Then I was taken to the hospital and I was mind raped by a few men who were emulating the Japanese and talking loudly about me like I wasn't there. I was confused into writing a bunch of things that weren't true.

After that incident was Christmas, though it was a quiet Christmas. After Christmas was the New Year. I developed something similar to resignation syndrome (a condition that especially effects refugees in which the patient is overwhelmed and loses all hope, and lies down and can't get up) for a few days, and eventually I got back to pursuing my hobby, art. I also attended the day hospital in my local clinic. (My mother had me diagnosed with psychosis as an explanation for the voices I was hearing) The day clinic was very relaxed and uplifting and I met nice people there. We had different activities each days and on Fridays we had outings. After the day hospital I went on to drawing art. My situation was dire and there were people verbally assaulting me wherever I went. I could rarely go outside because of it.

After I finished completely at the day hospital I was left to my own devices and decided to pursue my dream of drawing art. I tried treating it as a 9 to 5 job and worked hard at it. I was at a loss at what to do and felt like dying. However I wasn't ready to die and didn't want to give the bullies what they wanted at the cost of my own life. I also didn't want to upset my friends and family by dying. I had a last resort though; I could live in the countryside or some place remote and work from there until the day I died. That way I could avoid being harassed. I worked hard on art to realise my dream.

One day the people around my house started shouting that I was a paedophile. They were screaming and hollering off all day and all night for days on end about me being a paedophile. This instilled in me a great sense of alarm. I couldn't even sleep due to all the hollering. The shouting at night might possibly have been in my head but it sounded real to me. 

Some evil person came up with the notion that I drew Pokemon to lure children. I cannot stress what a dastardly thing this was to say. Now Pokemon is ruined for me and the other people on this planet.

Then a man went driving around shouting to everyone that his daughter was raped by me.

This is the story of some of the most evil people in history.

There was a complete scumbag of a girl and her father that made up a false story about me raping the daughter. According to the girl I came into Lusk and raped her (I don't know the details of the story). There were people hollering off and giving me rape threats. In the Balbriggan Clinic some patient said her name was Haley, probably trying to trick me into getting into a fight with Eminem.

A scumbag little boy spread around a rumour that I drew a little girl popping a guy's cherry. I don't know who he is which is good for him because he's probably going to get a good beating if it's ever found out who he is.  

At night, I have possibly been interfered with by some organisation or person. They raped me, beat me around the head and gave me brain damage, on multiple occasions. I was possibly even impregnated by one of them. I was not conscious for any of these though so it could have been something completely made up, something that never happened.

What I do know is that some organisation (possibly the government) has been broadcasting footage of me to the world.

In July I was transferred to a hospital ward in which I would live temporarily. I shared the space with other patients and it was very easygoing.

Unfortunately whatever organisation has been broadcasting my thoughts has ruined my brain. Now, since the summer of 2018, my brain keeps saying the most inappropriate things it can think of, because I know I'm being watched. My mind is ruined.

One evening in the hospital a woman came into the hospital ward and lay down on the floor. I asked her what she was doing and I said gently that she can't be here. I lifted her up and guided her towards the door, saying 'careful now' in a gentle voice. Apparently the footage of me lifting her out was blanked out and the footage of me saying 'careful now' was edited to being aggressive. Something similar happened a few times over the course of my stay.

One day in the day hospital I was sitting down thinking about nothing when the organisation that's broadcasting my thoughts said something like 'I've always wanted to be a prostitute', and on another time 'I hate all women's even though I've never wished anything like that. They also changed what I wrote once ('Someone said I identify as a rat') to 'I identify as a rat' even though I never have identified as a rat.

I have stalkers that have been playing mind games with me. They would shout at me from far away and trick me into thinking the government has been editing what I say. They tricked me into thinking the government made me say 'All humans are scumbags' to which I disagreed to, and they said that I had said the opposite. I don't know if someone is actually editing my thoughts or if it's just those people playing tricks on me. I think somebody actually is editing my thoughts though.

I think some organisation might also be putting thoughts into my head because I've been muttering things in my head that I would never usually think. Having my thoughts be broadcast ruined my mind.

One day after coming out of the hospital some bitchy woman called me 'scum man'. The fact that she called me 'scum' was stupid but calling me 'man' was even more retarded.

After the government's so-called threats to put me into a torture chamber for drawing (yes, drawing) I was in a rush to make a Tinder account before they said something about that too. But I didn't know how Tinder worked and I thought swiping both right and left meant dismissing a person, so I swiped a lot of people away. Apparently some people have the audacity to slut-shame me for that. This kind of behaviour is pathetic.

There have been some lunatics going around calling me a whore but I can tell you that I am nothing but a survivor. I have always been very picky romantically and if I were to have a boyfriend, it would probably be after a lot of choosing. I certainly have no interest in having sex with people that I'm not dating and I take dating very seriously. If I were to end up with somebody, it would probably be with marriage in mind although I have never been in a real relationship personally. I have never had consensual sex in my life, or any sex at all, as far as I can remember. So calling someone like me a whore is really stupid on your part.

Also how does being disabled, unwell and vulnerable make you a psychopath? That's fucked up. I can't believe there's anyone with such an insidiuous mindset.

I've also been labelled a war criminal by some people but let me tell you what I really am. What the Japanese did to me was like a war crime, except there wasn't even a war. They picked on an innocent young woman who was just trying to get a new coat. They actually went to war with me, a 21 year old that was just looking for a new coat to replace the ugly one that I didn't want to be seen in. I was barely an adult. I barely did anything to anyone. The only 'bad' things I've done were standing up to bullies a few times. I had no bad intentions. What the Japanese (and some Irish) put me through was torture and a war crime. I am a war survivor, against the war that the Japanese waged on me. I wonder if they will be able to admit to this, like they act so clueless about the Rape of Nanking and the Comfort Women. I probably had body dysmorphia when they made me viral, and it got worse after randomers kept talking about my appearance and calling me ugly.

Let me also make it clear that that brown coat does NOT represent me in any way. I avoided contact with anyone while wearing that coat. I was ashamed of that coat. I was trying to hide that coat. People were being peeping toms.

The government has been creating a conspiracy that I was planning to rule the world all my life. I cannot emphasize what an evil thing to do this was. If I'd wanted to take over the world there'd be proof. They might hack into my memories at some point and try to change them but hopefully not.

Let me be clear that I had no interest in ruling the world. I was simply trying to get away from the abuse I was receiving. Considering everything I'd been through, even saying that I want to rule the world is a horrible thing to say (and I'm surprised you're not hailing me as a hero for the great thing I could have done for the world. Me as a ruler? That would have been perfect! And people can write whatever they want, deal with it. There's nothing wrong with just writing about yourself taking over the world)

This is the worst bullying incident ever and I am appalled and ashamed to lump myself in with the people that are doing this.

I would also avoid basing me on how the dance team and the Japanese treated me because they completely sexualized me.

Also I've heard that people have died because of me but as far as I'm aware that was because of Donald Trump, who got elected a few months before this incident started. If not I would put more blame on the people that made me famous for all the wrong reasons, not myself. I haven't caused much deliberate harm to anyone.

When writing a letter to the Dail I wrote 'false utterances' eg. I hate all women, I want to be a prostitute etc. and the organisation editing my message changed it to 'true utterances'. This happens a lot of the time, when they edit what I'm thinking to say the opposite. So, for example, if I thought to myself 'I want to go' they'd change it to 'I don't want to go', and if I thought 'I don't want to have sex with anybody' they would change it to 'I do want to have sex with everybody', the complete opposite of what I was thinking.

At the cinema my mom said about the movie posters that they had funny faces and I agreed, but the people behind us seemed to think she was talking about them. She wasn't, she was talking about the movie posters.

Tomboys are not sluts. They hang around with guys for the company, not sex. I don't know how much more obvious this has to be. People who don't know how to use Tinder aren't sluts either, dear God. As are people that show an interest in knowing about sex, or people that get confused over a misunderstanding. You don't even have to be a liberal to not call me a whore. Don't be a male chauvinist, we have enough of these around the place as it is and we don't need more. This isn't even being old-fashioned, it's pure sexism. It's disgusting.

You also don't just go around calling people sexual or even social predators just because they have asergers syndrome or for other invalid reasons. That honestly makes you look like a bit of a dickhead.

I also didn't want to have sex with Tony, I wanted to make up with him. I really don't know how much more obvious this has to be, if there are people that are honestly saying this...

Somebody said I want to use my art to take over the world. This was such an insidious and evil thing to say. Art has nothing to do with taking over the world. 

I can't express enough how much I don't want to take over the world if it can be helped. I hated the idea of ruling the world and would gladly have taken another job if it was possible. I just want everything to return back to normal. I want to be able to walk on the streets again without getting harassed (in a purely negative way). That has been my biggest wish. Now I also wish people would stop spreading fake rumours about me. If this is what it takes to stand up for yourself, you know there's something wrong. You made me write that. This is your problem as much as it is mine. 

Maybe I need to remind you that somebody had been editing my thoughts to mean the opposite of what I actually thought and is broadcasting them to the world. As well as that the effect of broadcasting of my thoughts has made my thoughts much worse. If you wanted me to be a bitch and a whore, I hope you're happy now. My thoughts are polluted and I can't return to the way I used to think before my thoughts started getting broadcast to the whole world. I'm hearing horrible things. This is also affecting numerous other innocent people. 

There would be much debate over who is responsible for what happened in Japan. Some might say I am responsible, others might say it was the Japanese. I think it is a bit of both.

I am responsible for doing something so stupid as taking so long to find a new coat. But they are responsible for their absolutely inappropriate response; Taking footage of me, a person ill and vulnerable and in need of help, and broadcasting that to the world. It was completely irresponsible. I was very unwell, in a very vulnerable situation and they decided to pick on me.

There are so many simple things that I cannot do when my every thought and even my very private life is being broadcasted to the whole world.

I personally did not harm anyone. The Japanese were fighting amongst themselves, without ever asking me a thing. Surely things could have been resolved better if they had just asked me what they wanted to know.

I could have reacted better; Instead of just hiding from the abuse I could have put up a sign with an internet link to a blog of some sort, talking about the situation. Maybe no one would have read it but it would have been worth a try. However it was hard to imagine how I could've reacted given the way they were treating me from the get-go. (Absolutely terrifyingly, I was terrified)

In the end I think this was a big mess with responsibility coming from both sides, but in the end they were the perpetrators and I was the victim, they took away my life and I think they should take responsibility for it. If something bad happens to you as a society, you completely deserve it. That's what you get for taking somebody's life away from them.

As for why I'm publishing this, I don't have a firm goal other than I want the truth to be known. The Japanese might cover this up like they have covered up their other war crimes but I just want to let you know that this happened. I don't know if reconciliation will ever be possible.

Tdlr; The Japanese bullied me near to death. They took pictures of me when I was sick and disabled and probably suffered from body dysmorphia, and bullied me so much that I couldn't go outside, and these same circumstances continued into Ireland. I don't know if we could ever reconsile, for despite still liking the idea of Japan, I am aware of its harsh reality and what it did to me. The government or some other organisation is also maliciously editing what I think to make it seem like I'm saying the opposite. 

Now people are still creating a fake persona of me to bully and it's disgusting behaviour. They seem to be knowingly creating conspiracies around what really happened. You will probably go down as the worst generation in history.



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Learning how to use a new program called Krita

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Hi, this is a story I came up with in secondary school or my early days of college, though I think it was in secondary school. It was originally to be a part of a larger story, but now I’ve decided to make it into a standalone story. Hope you enjoy it!


 

The Story of Adeline

The morning light shone on her lilac hair as she slowly opened her eyes. She got up and looked around. Next to her bed was a diary that lay open somewhere along the middle of the book.

‘My name is Adeline’

‘And I have a peculiar problem’

‘I can only remember the events of the last day. When I go to sleep, my memories are erased and I start off with a blank slate each day. That’s why I keep the events of each day in a diary. Each time I wake up I read through my diary’.

Adeline was certainly a peculiar girl. She was 18 years old, had long lilac hair and sported an elegant yellow dress. She had a slightly quirky personality and was a little bit clumsy.

‘Adeline!’

A voice came calling from behind her door. It was a deep, stern voice.

‘Adeline, it’s time to get to work!’

A handsome young man opened the door to Adeline’s room. He wore black clothing and had black hair, with red and blue streaks. He was about the same age as Adeline and had an ice-cold look in his eye.

Adeline gave him a funny look, as if she didn’t recognise him for a moment, and then it set in. This was the prince, the tyrannical man who had been bossying Adeline around. Every day he would shout at her, kick her and say horrible things to her. And she was expected to just comply, as she had written down in her notebook. He made her life a living hell.

Adeline walked out of her room and said ‘As you wish, Prince. What may I do for you today?’

‘For now, sweep the floors. I want them spotless!’ he said.

Adeline complied.

‘Hurry up!’ he said, gently kicking her with his foot’.

*

Meanwhile, a pink-haired girl was walking across a dessert. She had a small frame and wore all black, and enveloped herself with a long, black cloak. She took out her binoculars and saw a large palace-like building on the horizon.

‘Hmmmmm,’ she said.

‘I wonder if this is where the Prince lives?’

 

*

 

Adeline was getting tired from doing all the housework. She settled herself down and breathed a deep sigh.

‘Adeline,’ an old man in the palace said. He was a caretaker. ‘You can rest if you’d like to. I’ll cover for you’.

‘Thank you’, said Adeline.

Adeline stepped outside into the indoor garden that was situated in the middle of the palace. A lot of thoughts were running through her head. ‘Who am I? What am I doing here and why is the Prince treating me so badly?’ She sucked her finger and pondered.

At last, night came and she had a plan.

‘I’m not going to sleep tonight,’ she said. ‘I’m going to escape.’

She packed her things, including her dictionary, and sneaked out of her room. There was nobody in the hallway so she made a dash for the exit. As she was running, she wondered why there were no guards around. Then she saw it.

A young girl, not much younger than Adeline herself, was standing in the middle of the hallway.

‘Who might you be?’ she said with a smile.

‘I’m- My name is Adeline’, she said.

‘I’m Skye’, the mysterious girl said. ‘Pleasure to meet you. What are you doing in a place like this?’

‘I’m the Prince’s servant’, said Adeline.

‘The prince’s servant, huh?’

‘So do you want to get out of here?’

‘I’m escaping’, she said.

‘Then come with me’, said the girl. ‘I just came to take something away from the prince. It’s an old artefact belonging to my village’

They held each other by the hand and dashed outside, into the arid desert.

‘We can set up camp here’, said the girl. ‘It’s getting late, why don’t we talk this through tomorrow?’

Adeline complied. She warned Skye about her memory problem though, which Skye listened to in an understanding manner.

But overnight, some creature stole Adeline’s diary. The next morning, Adeline’s memory was blank as a goldfish.

‘Where’s your diary?’ Skye asked in a flustered voice.

Adeline didn’t know what she was talking about.

‘Your diary!’ she said.

‘Ohh, don’t tell me you don’t remember anything!’ Skye said in an exasperated voice. ‘What will I do?’

Adeline looked around confusedly and just sat there, expressionless.

‘Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to explain everything,’ she said.

Skye explained the entire set of events to Adeline.

 

*

In the castle, the prince was furious! ‘Where is Adeline?!!’ he shouted. ‘We must find her at once!’

The Prince was completely flustered, much more flustered than he should have been for a mere servant.

The whole palace went on a hunt for her.

 

Deep down in the city, beyond the palace, was a research lab. Inside the research lab was a giant brain. If one were to walk past it, they could hear it, thumping, thumping. It was connected from all sides by wires.

‘I’m from the village of Olica’, said Skye. ‘I’m after the city of Wistonza for what it did to my village. I’m an enemy of the Prince’.

‘Gramps told me to forgive them, but I couldn’t’.

‘You work for the Prince, so I guess that makes us enemies too’, she said.

‘Oh no’, said Adeline. ‘The Prince is nothing but mean to me. ‘I’m not on his side’.

‘Well that makes things a little better’, Skye said.

‘Let’s wreak havoc on Wistonza together, shall we?’

‘I think I’ll pass’, said Adeline.

‘Jeez, alright’ said Skye, looking a bit let down.

Skye and Adeline travelled the lands, learning new things and finding new things along the way. However, after a few days they were met with an army of people. These were from the Prince’s army.

‘Adeline’, a young man stepped down to greet them. ‘We’ve found you’.

‘Who are you?’ she said. ‘Don’t tell me you were sent here by the Prince? To get me back?’

‘That is precisely what we’ve been sent to do.’

‘No, I don’t want to go back!’ she said.

‘It’s too late, we have no choice but to recapture you.’

Skye resisted. ‘You’ll have to get through me first’, she said.

But before they knew it, they were surrounded by soldiers.

‘These numbers’, Skye said. ‘They’re too much…’

‘It’s hopeless’, Skye put down her weapons. Her face showed a strained expression. ‘You have to go, Adeline’.

‘But Skye’, Adeline said.

Skye clenched her fists. ‘Go on’.

Skye made a solemn face as Adeline boarded the ship.

‘Damnit’, she said.

 

In the city of Wisconza, the brain continued to beat.

 

Adeline apologised to the Prince.

‘I’m so sorry!’ she blurted.

‘How could you do such a thing? You witch!’ He shouted.

He took her by the shoulders and started shaking her. ‘You fool!’

Adeline was being shaked around, but through the corner of her eyes she thought she saw tears in the Prince’s eyes.

Back in her room, Adeline made a new diary and wrote about the events of the day. She was quite shaken up by the events of the day, so she went to bed early.

Adeline was fast asleep. The Prince entered the room quietly to check on her. ‘Oh Adeline’, tears were streaming down his eyes. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

The next day, Adeline woke up with a blank memory yet again.

She did her chores yet again.

The Prince was still shouting at her and hitting her.

Just the same old day.

Adeline was miserable.

 

In the city of Wistonza, something big was happening.

The brain was sitting dormant, wired up from all sides. This was a special brain that was said to belong to a monster from long ago. It was now connected to Adeline's brain and stored all her memories. The memories would be stored over to the brain each night when she went to sleep.

This brain was dangerous.

It was stored in a secret laboratory underground.

There was one scientist that worked in the laboratory. He was tired of being pushed around all the time by the other scientists in the lab. He wanted to wreak havoc on the world. He went up to the brain and he flicked a switch and the ground around him started shaking. He ran outside and the buildings were moving. It was like a giant earthquake was happening all around him.

Skye was on the outskirts of the city when she saw what was going on. The whole city was moving around as if it were alive. She dashed over.

The Prince saw what was going on outside and called Adeline out. They watched in dismay as their city was eating itself up. Civilians were being eaten up by the ground moving about and there were screams wherever one looked.

Skye arrived on the scene.

‘I have to stop the brain from eating up the city’, she said.

Skye ran into Adeline on the way to the lab.

‘Adeline, what are you doing here?’ she asked.

‘This is all my fault’, Adeline said. ‘I’m attached to the brain. It stores all my memories.’

‘That doesn’t matter’, Skye said. ‘We need to stop it’.

Adeline agreed.

They both ran across the city, with the ground moving up and down and parts of buildings crashing down in front of them. At last they reached the lab and found the brain.

The brain started transforming and what looked like arms and legs started spouting from the brain. They shot at Skye and she jumped against a wall. She then bounced off the wall and jumped straight toward the brain. She kicked it twice and its arms lunged at her. She dodged and punched the brain. The brain delivered a fury of attacks against Skye and she dodged each one, until she was hit by one punch. She smashed into the wall and fell down, clutching at her back. Skye stood up again and went for the centre of the brain.

Meanwhile Adeline was watching what was going on and looked flustered; She didn’t know what to do.

Skye was fighting the brain and gave it one last kick. The brain made a screaming sound and started transforming. It rushed towards the wall and broke through the roof.

There was now a huge clump of mass coming up in a stream, hovering above the city. The civilians were terrified.

The brain used its hands to make a lunge at one of the buildings. It was smashed into pieces, and the people inside it were falling out.

‘We have to do something, and quick!’ said Skye.

They rushed outside. Skye took out her sword and started slashing at the brain. ‘Why won’t you die!’ she shouted.

The brain squirted a strange substance out of itself and it splattered all over the city. It then emitted fire and put fire to the city.

This was becoming too much for Skye and Adeline. ‘What can we do!’ said Jacqueline.

Then Adeline stepped forward.

‘I’ll do something about it’, she said.

She walked over to the brain and reached its root. ‘Listen to me’, she said.

‘I am your owner. You must do as I say. All those memories, they are mine. They are fuelling you. Give them back to me and begone!’

A white light emitted from Adeline. She could see all the memories, all that had happened to her, the pain, the sorrow. All the memories of her being abused by the Prince resurfaced.

‘Adeline’.

The prince was standing behind her.

‘Prince, why?’ Adeline asked.

‘You must remember now’, he said. ‘You were left for dead by your parents, and you were taken in by us’.

‘I loved you from the moment I set eyes on you’.

‘But then we learned that you were connected to the brain of that legendary monster. Your thoughts and memories were all stored in that brain. And that brain could not be destroyed by normal weapons. So we had no choice’.

‘In order to weaken the brain, I had to give you bad memories. I knew you at least wouldn’t be traumatised by them, since your memories were erased each day.’

‘But I loved you. I wanted to be kind to you’, he said. ‘That was all I ever wanted to do’.

‘But I couldn’t’.

‘I can’t forgive you’, said Adeline. ‘I’m sorry, but I can’t’.

‘That’s understandable’, said the Prince.

‘But’, said Adeline, ‘Can we at least work together to destroy this brain, once and for all?’

‘I’m with you’, said the Prince.

‘I’ll attack the brain with my whole army’, said the Prince.

‘And I’ll deliver the finishing blow’, said Adeline.

The army shot beams at the brain and Adeline opened her arms. From her arms came a beam of light and it shot straight at the brain. There was a huge, blinding, white light, and then, nothing. The brain had been destroyed.

‘Adeline, you did it!’ shouted Skye. But just when she thought that, human shaped figures emerged from what looked like the remains of the brain. Jacqueline destroyed them all with her sword, with help from Adeline and the city’s army.

‘We did it!’ Jacqueline shouted.

The Prince looked weak.

‘Justice has been served’, the Prince said. ‘Adeline, are you alright?’ This was the first time the Prince had shown real concern for Adeline.

‘I am’, she said with a smile. ‘Thank you Prince’.

‘You have all your memories now, and you will probably never lose them again. I can’t take back what I’ve done to you’, said the Prince.

‘It’s alright’, said Adeline. Adeline was too kind, and to naive, for better or worse, to stay angry at the Prince.

‘I forgive you’, said Adeline.

‘You’re too kind for me’, said the Prince.

‘If I were to live on, I would love to stay by you and protect you forever, but I cannot say whether that would be for the better or worse, for a villain like me’.

‘You’re not just a villain’, Adeline said. ‘If you hadn’t damaged the brain like that, it probably would have overpowered us, even if that was through me that you were doing the damage’, she said. ‘But what do you mean by ‘If I were to live on?’

‘I have a disease’, he said, ‘Inflicted on me by the same race that inflicted you with yours. There is a crystal embedded in my chest. And I don’t have long to live. When the crystal turns completely green, which it nearly has, I will die. But I’m happy to have met you’, he said.

Adeline just stood there, bewildered. She didn’t know what to think of the man that used to abuse her, now facing this fate.

The Prince was admitted to the hospital shortly afterwards, as the area was being cleared up after the huge battle. There had been many casualties.

‘That was an evil man’, said Skye.

‘You think so?’ said Adeline.

The two young women stood side by side, watching the civilians clear up the city.

‘You know, I wanted revenge on this kingdom for destroying my village’, said Skye, ‘But I never wanted it to come down to this. Many innocent civilians were killed, and I hate that’, she said.

 

Adeline sat by the Prince’s bed in the hospital. ‘I’ll always love you’, said the Prince.

‘I know’, said Adeline, as the Prince slipped away.

Adeline stood in a grassy field. She rested her hand on the strap of her backpack. ‘I’m going to find my parents, and what happened to my people’, she said, as she set off into the distance.

The End




 


©2018 Kiara Lee (Kiara Llewellyn) All Rights Reserved

So, I've been admitted to a hospital right now and I can't draw in here, which sucks, because I would really like to be able to get drawing again. Things have been tough and confusing lately especially in my own head, but I'm determined to be able to draw again. One of these days I'll be back with a new artwork.

Peace!
Nova
I have always been an artist and a comic book writer. My life was normal until it was ruined by a number of people.


I was born in a hospital in Lithuania, to a Lithuanian mother and an Irish father, although I didn't spend much time there as we moved back to Ireland after a few months. I spent my early childhood in Rathfarnham where I made a few friends. That was where my younger brother was born. I used to sing a song about pylons, as there were pylons in the area around us. I would sing about pylons while on the swings in the park.


My parents wanted to move because my father wanted to start a business but we didn't have a place yet, so we first moved from Marley Avenue in Rathfarnham to a house in Blanchardstown, to a house in Blanchardstown, and then to an area in between Lusk and Swords.


I frequently went to the markets my dad went to. I was bold and was told off by a scary woman for chasing the chickens. I loved animals but was a bit careless at that age.


I frequently went to visit my grandparents in Lithuania. We went nearly every summer and they are some of my happiest memories.


I attended Cardough primary school. My friends and I came up with a motto that we would chant together, saying (insert name) is the best girl in the world! We'd chant each girl's name in turns and go around the playground saying that. Once a friend of mine told the teacher that she came up with a song for her work; Then I copied her and sang a song for whatever reason, probably because I thought it was funny, and I was put on timeout which confused me. This was the start of many confusing events.


At the time we had two pets, a cat that belonged to the house we were renting and a dog that we were minding for a friend of my parents. We also lived next to a family that owned horses and I was allowed to ride one with their daughter once.


After attending Curdough school for about a year I went into a new school called Swords Educate together. It didn't turn out to be the place I'd wanted it to be like but I loved it at first. The principal, Gerard, was very kind and so was the deputy principal Mary. I wrote the principal a letter talking about how much I loved him.


I also met who was to become my best friend for many years, Niamh. We went around the campus on the first day, talking to each other.


I moved with my family from there to Lusk which was to be my home from now on. At first we lived in a shaleigh as the house was still being built.


I had a good friend from Curdough school who lived right next to us. We got along just fine until one day, she hit me for a reason I can't remember and I hit her back. She ran off to her mother, who came back and told me to apologise. I refused and said she (the girl) needed to apologise to me first but she (the mother) wasn't having any of it, so I just walked off back to my house, and that was the end of our friendship.


One day something happened at school. There was a young boy, a black boy, jumping with his hands on Mary's back. Another boy from the school hit the boy right in front of me. Mary turned around and without assessing the situation grabbed me and started asking if I had hit the boy. She asked over and over and I said no, until I lied and said yes. She put me on timeout and I called the boy who had hit him stupid.


Then the president, Mary McAleese came to the school and I was selected along with the boy that was hit to greet her. She practically ignored me and only greeted the boy. I'm not sure if Mary and Gerard had been bullying me behind my back.


While living in that house I was also told to get off my own lawn by someone visiting my mother. I was also told to get out of an estate that I was jumping around in after my mother parked there, by an ugly old woman.


Things got better. I made various friends, with both boys and girls. We played outside and on the bus. One time a boy came up to me and asked 'Can you take keys out of a gutter?' Jokingly I said 'Yes!' Then he took me to a gutter and I learned that he had actually dropped his keys down the gutter. I was determined to take the keys out and poked at them with a stick until I finally got them out. Everybody praised me and I felt very proud of myself.


Then our school moved from a football club to a Swords town council building, I think it was. We had lots of fun on the football field at yard time. On the bus home I hung out with my group of friends. I was very boisterous.


I drew a lot and made Pokemon and Digimon comics and shared them with my friends.


However my relationship with the school darkened when a new teacher came to the school. Her name was Bronagh and she was in charge of teaching our class. She shouted a whole lot and made my life miserable. I was very glad when that year was over. I noticed during that year that I had become quieter. Pretty much a mute. Also, at the time Bronagh became my teacher, a whole lot of my friends moved out of the school. This also made me quieter. You could say I became a shell of my former self. These were tough times.


After a few slightly turbulent years in school I moved on to secondary school. I went to Mount Temple Comprehensive School, which I liked very much. I was extremely shy during the first two or so years and spent most of my time drawing. Even after I found my friend group I spent most of my time drawing. I was obsessed with art, namely anime art. I loved anime and I loved drawing.


At the time I was obsessed with Japan after reading a book about it and reading an article in a Digimon magazine. I wanted to go there all my life since that time and borrowed a Linguophone from the library to learn Japanese from. I didn't complete it then and my fluency in Japanese came at a later date.


I joined a friend group of what turned out to be a group full of social rejects. I joined them because a lot of them liked anime and manga, like me. I loved Japanese culture and would have hung out with Japanese people if there were any of them around. But there weren't, so I hung around with that friend group. Looking back I regret not hanging out with more people and branching out to different groups, but I was just too shy.


I had a lot of good memories in school and with my friends, with some crazy and funny teachers.


My friends included girls called Rachael and Aife. Rachael was a very friendly girl that I looked up to and wanted to be more like. I admired her kindness. We both loved Japanese culture which was something we bonded over. Aife was good at art and I bonded with her over that. We were two good artists and were known for that.


I (and the whole friend group) drifted away from Rachael as she started doing her own thing, and we also drifted away from a few other people in the group.


During my time in secondary school, I embarked on two projects. One was my manga, Area 9. It was about a high school boy who got kidnapped by a so-called terrorist in a dystopian future. It took me two years to complete. The second was my learning of the Japanese language. I used a method called AJATT (All Japanese All The Time) in which you emerse yourself in the Japanese language and avoid all English language input. It worked, but looking back I think it was incompatible with my lifestyle in Ireland and isolated me because I was very serious about it and took it quite literally.


When I entered University things took a turn for the worst. My house mates in first year were incredibly noisy and I couldn't get anything done. They were also rude. My house mates in second year were bullies and the leader was probably a psychopath. They lied to me, gaslighted me and were aggressive. The effect they had on me was devastating. I acted somewhat aggressively towards my friends in Japan because of it, even though I was usually nothing of the sort. I managed to get away from them half way through the year and moved in with nice foreign students as house mates and I got along with a nice Korean woman especially.


But the depression from earlier lingered on and living in a gloomy room didn't help.


I finally went to Japan, after suffering from a lot of depression. Japan was a pretty place; I really liked it there. However when I arrived my suitcase went missing, which had all my things in it. I just narrowly managed to find my friend's (or aquaintance's) house and she helped me out. I nearly wanted to cry when I got there. I had nearly become lost in a new country without a phone connection. My friend had a very nice family and was very nice herself. She helped me get everything I needed and I popped in to work with her. We parted ways in Osaka station and I was ready to go to Kyoto. I preferred Osaka, but Kyoto was also a beautiful city.


 But on the second month of my arrival to Japan I was verbally assaulted by an old Japanese man. He stood behind me in a store and muttered down my back 'Hurry, hurry up, you scum, scum of a human', over and over again. At the time I wasn't sure if this was really happening and I was too scared to retaliate. I was very shaken and went to the store giving the store owner a warning to give to the old man. But that didn't stop me from being petrified wherever I went.


Shortly after I was finally allowed to join the Yosakoi dance team, Londo, which I had been so crazy about joining. I was behind everyone else so they had to teach me how to dance. I was really really crazy about this type of dance and thought it was so fun.


There was one day called Pocky Day and I only realised it when I came to dance practice. I was given an inflated pocky stick and had fun having sword fights with it.


During my first ever performance, my team members wrapped the scarf I was  wearing around my whole body, so that it would cover me and stop me  from being cold. Then a bunch of girls from another dance team said while walking past me, so that I could hear it, 'What's that foreigner wearing, it's so lame!'


While in the dance team I met a guy called Tony. He was very nice when I first met him and after being verbally assaulted by the old man, I was desperately in need of someone to make me feel protected. I wanted someone who could protect me from people like him. You might say I fell in love with him (Tony) but it was more like traumatic bonding.


I was desperately in need of help during the weeks after I joined the dance team. My urge to meet Tony again grew more and more as time went on. I was extremely lonely. Then I found out that he had a girlfriend which made things even worse. However I still wanted to be friends with him even if I couldn't go out with him. He seemed strong and tough which was just what I wanted in a friend. I started texting him on the messaging app LINE but we got into a quarrel. I got annoyed that he seemed to be avoiding me and confessed that I had feelings for him. This was not an advancement, I just wanted him to know. Our relationship became sour from then on.


There was a guy in my dance team called Kuroda who I got along with, though he had a girlfriend (whom I also wanted to get along with) so our relationship was a bit strained. I identified as a tomboy back then and I wanted male friends, as I felt I could get along with them better. However it seemed like they might have been portraying me as a slut behind my back.


I asked him one day whether it's better to bow down to other people and try to fit in or boldly stand out. He answered with the latter. That day I also bought a coat. I was going to go with the black one but at the last moment I decided to go with the edgier brown coat. I regretted it for the rest of my life.


I had gotten along with Kuroda a bit before but our relationship took a different turn when I had sent him a cryptic message out of desperation because I had been hurting so much. I had been verbally assaulted by an old man and my living conditions were so abysmal that I probably got brain damage. That message changed our relationship. Kuroda probably knew something was up before but now he was avoiding me and acted cautious around me.


What really messed up my life in Japan was when I went searching for a new coat. It gave me unwanted attention such as the time when people on campus were pointing out 'Oh, look at that formal coat'! and later when I was sitting alone on campus someone said 'Foreigner. Foreigner. Foreigner'. As well as that people in my dance team were pointing out at my coat. This made me feel really uncomfortable. I thought there was something wrong with my coat.


So I went around the shopping centres looking for a new one. I didn't want to buy an expensive one since I had already bought a coat this year making me very flustered. I didn't want it to be expensive, and it had to fit my frame since a lot of the coats were too small because they were made for Japanese frames. I wanted something that was reasonably fashionable as well because I wanted to be liked by my friends in the dance team. For all these reasons it took me a very long time to find a coat. I was also afraid of being verbally assaulted or harassed again and this is what really made me so nervous about getting a new coat. I was terrified of what might happen if I didn't pick the right coat this time.


I was afraid of hanging out with my friends in college because of my coat. I was very vulnerable at the time.


I finally found a new coat that was cheap and didn't stand out too much (because I was afraid of standing out). It fit perfectly and was a nice black colour. It was the perfect coat for me at the time. However on the day I got my new coat and was ready to finally start living life, people on the streets started calling me names. I also noticed people taking photos of me.


I had so much I wanted to do and so many friends I wanted to make during my year in Japan, but it was all ruined by the people that took photos of me and the news people that put me on TV.


My life spiralled out of control from that day onward.


They used the animal terms for male and female when trying to figure out my gender.


Wherever I went people would call me busu (ugly).


As I was walking to the train station people were talking about me from all around, and when I arrived at the train tracks one man pushed me as he was walking past me and a disgusting man rubbed his belly and licked his lips when he saw that I was a woman.


I went on the train and people all around me were looking at me and saying 'busu' (ugly). I remember them all staring at me and smiling (and not in a friendly way)


From then on the city was full of the sound of sirens. I was terrified of what was happening around me.


Once on the train to dance practice, I was messaging Kuroda while an evil high school girl looked down at me and told her mother I was taking pictures of her skirt and sending it off to someone. She looked down at me like I was shit and said I'll probably say I was playing video games.


I learned later that a girl (the same girl, I don't know) wrote a book about me groping her. I hope she's received a suitable punishment for spreading lies.


After my next festival I was thinking of going home to Ireland. I thought this might be my last festival.


Back in the dance team, we were preparing for the next festival. It was called Hamayosa. At the festival people were bullying me from all sides. People in the town were whispering at me and making me feel like a monster. The people in the other dance teams were making fun of my dancing and also insulting me. It was too much for one day and by the end of the day I was mortified. Boys in the hotel were playing pranks on me by ringing  my hotel doorbell and I chased them around. For that split moment it seemed like everything was back to normal.


I had wanted to make up with Tony after what had happened and got to talk a little with him during the festival but it still didn't really feel like we had made up.


That night Jukujo and Shigenyan of the dance team came to visit me and gave me alcohol with some other food. I'm not sure if there was something contained in it that was meant to knock me out or if it was just normal alcohol.


Later, while in agony I sent a text to Kuroda saying let's talk lots, meaning let's talk lots when I'm gone because it hurt so much that I wouldn't be able to see him again as I really liked him and looked up to him. I guess he took this to mean something else because at 3am in the night, while in the shower I got a knock on the door. I took this as another prank and didn't answer the door at first but then got curious and opened the door and there was nobody there. I was devastated. I could have missed my last chance at meeting him. In desperation I did something stupid and texted on to the team's LINE group. I went to sleep and had a dream about kissing Kuroda (or trying to anyway). I don't know if this was a dream or not, though I was pretty certain that it was a dream.


The next day everyone in my dance team was calling me ugly. People were still bullying me and I felt horrible.


The next day, Kuroda wrote on the LINE group to write your opinions on how the festival went. He said come to the plaza at 3 o clock, but didn't write whether it was at am or pm. I remembered that the doorbell rang at 3am at Hamayosa and believed this was some kind of subliminal message to meet up at 3am. I wanted to go the first time but missed the university's closing time. I thought he wanted to talk to me and protect me from danger but I wasn't sure exactly what he wanted. Meeting up in secret at night seemed a bit suspicious and I didn't want to get in the way of his relationship with his girlfriend as I thought by now that we had probably gotten too close. I was reluctant to go but finally started going. I never met him.


I did write a letter though, in which I said I wanted to kiss him (this was only something I wanted to do after my doorbell was rung) but never got to, and that I wanted to make up with Tony but failed. 


When I went back to college, people were bullying me from all sides. They would talk loudly about me wherever I went and say horrible things, like that there's nothing in my head and I'm scum of a human, etc. etc.. It was very hard to go to class and I ended up missing a lot of my classes.


Our next festival was Kakogawa. On the train to Kakogawa people were calling me ugly and there was one woman who stood in front of me and talked about how ugly I was.


At the end of Kakogawa my head hurt from all the abuse I was getting from my team mates, other teams and civilians, and I took the wrong train. I ended up in a train station in the middle of nowhere and it was pitch black outside. I stood by the wall and there were people from outside the train station talking about me in hoarse, frightening voices. I felt like I was going to die that night.


I sent a message to Kuroda saying if I don't show up tomorrow I might be dead. I somehow managed to get home safely but the next morning I started hyperventilating. I was afraid of going outside and getting more abuse on that horrific journey. I texted Kuroda that going on the train was like torture, but I won't die.


Eventually I mustered up the courage to go, thinking that I might still get the chance to perform in one of the later performances. When I arrived Kebata gave out to me and Kuroda came to me with a very grave face, and I started crying. The noises all around me sounded like 'busu' (ugly). It was surreal.


In college, I met many new people. I had wanted to hang out with the people from my dance team but at first, I was afraid to be seen in that coat so avoided contact. Then, it was too late, the bullying had started and I was afraid to hang out with them. Instead I usually hung around in the commons room for foreigners. I met many people there, including Japanese that were part of the foreign studies department, and we chatted about Japanese culture, other cultures and various other things. I had no true friends (I was nearly, could you say, afraid of getting too close to anyone) but I had several people that I talked with a few times and got along with.


The abuse continued and I was so traumatised that at one point it even hurt to draw.


Even when I arrived in Ireland, I was abused wherever I went. I retaliated a few times but overall I did quite well at ignoring them, although this limited my activities exceedingly and I had a lot of trouble going to class back in college. The walk from my house to college was long and I had a lot to go through. But even worse were the builders outside my house. They talked and abused me all day long and made it considerably hard for me to concentrate. Those builders were evil. There were also people that would stand outside my house and talk nothing but bad things about me. I had to deal with this constantly. I think the builders were responsible for giving me voices in my head.


I was in so much need of help and in so much pain. I desperately needed help but couldn't think of where to go. There was nothing I could do.


I fantasized about all the different futures I could have. I fantasized about travelling, working as an artist like I had always wanted to, and even taking over the world. I wrote about the futures I could have. I wrote about living in the countryside, maybe starting a family, and becoming a freelance artist. On one piece of paper I wrote about taking over the world out of desperation for my dire situation. But I couldn't settle with that as I hated it so much, so then I wrote about how I would still be able to follow my dream of being an artist. Being an artist was the only thing I really wanted to do but I knew it would be impossible.


Then, one day, my life was ruined by my horrible landlord named Noreen. By this time I had completely forgotten  about the ruling the world idea. There was a storm, and I had gone home for the weekend. I had left my windows open and asked her to close them but then thought there's no point in bothering her because the storm had passed, so I told her not to bother. Then, from what I heard, Noreen said I must have been hiding something so she went snooping around my room and found the piece of paper and started telling everyone that I wanted to take over the world, even though by then I had completely scrapped the idea. Noreen ruined my life for no good reason.


Later on people found my DeviantART account where all my artwork was posted. Some guy in my University said in a very condescending voice 'All she draws are sexy ladies!' which confused me a lot as I didn't really draw sexy ladies a whole lot.


Then I was taken to the hospital and I was mind raped by a few men who were emulating the Japanese and talking loudly about me like I wasn't there. I was confused into writing a bunch of things that weren't true.


After that incident was Christmas, though it was a quiet Christmas. After Christmas was the New Year. I developed something similar to resignation syndrome (a condition that especially effects refugees in which the patient is overwhelmed and loses all hope, and lies down and can't get up) for a few days, and eventually I got back to pursuing my hobby, art. I also attended the day hospital in my local clinic. (My mother had me diagnosed with psychosis as an explanation for the voices I was hearing) The day hospital was very relaxed and uplifting and I met nice people there. We had different activities each days and on Fridays we had outings. After the day hospital I went on to drawing art. My situation was dire and there were people verbally assaulting me wherever I went.


After I finished completely at the day hospital I was left to my own devices and decided to pursue my dream of drawing art. I tried treating it as a 9 to 5 job and worked hard at it. I was at a loss at what to do and felt like dying. However I wasn't ready to die and didn't want to give the bullies what they wanted at the cost of my own life. I also didn't want to upset my friends and family by dying. I had a last resort though; I could live in the countryside or some place remote and work from there. That way I could avoid being harassed. I worked hard on art to realise my dream.


One day the people around my house started shouting that I was a paedophile. They were hollering off all day and all night for days on end about me being a paedophile. This instilled in me a great sense of alarm. I couldn't even sleep due to all the hollering. This might have been in my head but it sounded real to me. 


Some evil person came up with the notion that I drew Pokemon to lure children. I cannot stress what a dastardly thing this was to do. Now Pokemon is ruined for me and the other people on this planet.


Then a man went driving around shouting to everyone that his daughter was raped by me.


This is the story of some of the most evil people in history.


There was a girl and her father that made up a false story about me raping the daughter. According to the girl I came into Lusk and raped her (I don't know the details of the story). There were people hollering off and giving me rape threats. In the Balbriggan Clinic somebody said her name was Haley.


At night, I have been interfered with by some organisation or person. They raped me, beat me around the head and gave me brain damage, on multiple occasions (possibly every night). I was possibly even impregnated by one of them. I was unconscious for all of these but I know they happened. Especially because I can feel the brain damage myself.


One evening in the hospital a woman came into the hospital ward and lay down on the floor. I asked her what she was doing and said gently that she can't be here. I lifted her up gently and guided her towards the door. This happened a few times over the course of my stay.


One day in the day hospital I was sitting down thinking about nothing when the organisation that's broadcasting my thoughts said something like 'I've always wanted to be a prostitute', even though I've never wished anything like that.


I have stalkers that have been playing mind games with me. They would shout at me from far away and trick me into thinking the government has been editing what I say. They tricked me into thinking the government made me say 'All humans are scumbags' to which I disagreed to, and they said that I had said the opposite. I don't know if someone is actually editing my thoughts or if it's just those people playing tricks on me. I think somebody might be editing my thoughts.


I think some organisation might also be putting thoughts into my head because I've been muttering things in my head that I would never usually think.


One day after coming out of the hospital some bitchy and retarded woman called me 'scum man'. The fact that she called me scum was just a scummy thing to do but calling me a man was just retarded.


There have been people going around calling me a whore but I can tell you that I am nothing but a survivor. I have always been very picky romantically and if I were to have a boyfriend, it would probably be after a lot of choosing. I certainly have no interest in having sex with people that I'm not dating and I take dating very seriously. If I were to end up with somebody, it would probably be with marriage in mind although I have never been in a real relationship personally. I have never had consensual sex in my life. Somebody just inserted 'let' at the end of my paragraph.

I've also been labelled a war criminal by some people but let me make it clear that I am a war hero, though I don't want to sound conceited. What the Japanese did to me was like a war crime, except there wasn't even a war. They picked on an innocent young woman who was just trying to get a new coat. They actually went to war with me, a 21 year old that was just looking for a new coat to replace the ugly one that I didn't want to be seen in. I was barely an adult. I barely did anything to anyone. The only 'bad' things I've done were standing up to bullies a few times.


Let me also make it clear that that brown coat does NOT represent me in any way. I avoided contact with anyone while wearing that coat. I was ashamed of that coat. The Japanese were being peeping toms.


The government has been creating a conspiracy that I was planning to rule the world all my life. I cannot emphasize what a dastardly and evil thing to do this was. If I'd wanted to take over the world there'd be proof. They will probably hack into my memories now and change them.


Let me be clear that I had no interest in ruling the world. I was simply trying to get away from the abuse I was receiving. Considering everything I'd been to, even saying that I want to rule the world makes you a horrible human.


This is the worst bullying incident ever and I am appalled and ashamed to lump myself in with the people that are doing this.


I would also avoid basing me on how the dance team and the Japanese treated me because they completely sexualized me.


Also I've heard that people have died because of me but as far as I'm aware that was because of Donald Trump, who got elected a few months before this incident started.

The Story of Adeline

The morning light shone on her lilac hair as she slowly opened her eyes. She got up and looked around. Next to her bed was a diary that lay open somewhere along the middle of the book.

 

‘My name is Adeline’

 

‘And I have a peculiar problem’

 

‘I can only remember the events of the last day. When I go to sleep, my memories are erased and I start off with a blank slate each day. That’s why I keep the events of each day in a diary. Each time I wake up I read through my diary’.

 

Adeline was certainly a peculiar girl. She was 18 years old, had long lilac hair and sported an elegant yellow dress. She had a slightly quirky personality and was a little clumsy.

 

‘Adeline!’

 

A voice came calling from behind her door. It was a deep, stern voice.

 

‘Adeline, it’s time to get to work!’

 

A handsome young man opened the door to Adeline’s room. He wore black clothing and had black hair, with red and blue streaks. He was about the same age as Adeline and had an ice-cold look in his eye.

 

Adeline gave him a funny look, as if she didn’t recognise him for a moment, and then it set in. This was the prince, the tyrannical man who had been bossying Adeline around. Every day he would shout at her, kick her and say horrible things to her. And she was expected to just comply, as she had written down in her notebook. He made her life a living hell.

 

Adeline walked out of her room and said ‘As you wish, Prince. What may I do for you today?’

 

‘For now, sleep the floors. I want them spotless!’ he said.

 

Adeline complied.

 

‘Hurry up!’ he said, gently kicking her with his foot’.

 

*

 

Meanwhile, a pink-haired girl was walking across a dessert. She wore all black, and enveloped herself with a long, black cloak. She took out her binoculars and saw a large palace-like building on the horizon.

 

‘Hmmmmm,’ she said.

 

‘I wonder if this is where the Prince lives?’

 

*

 

Adeline was getting tired from doing all the housework. She settled herself down and breathed a deep sigh.

 

‘Adeline,’ an old man in the palace said. He was a caretaker. ‘You can rest if you’d like to. I’ll cover for you’.

 

‘Thank you’, said Adeline.

Adeline stepped outside into the indoor garden that was situated in the middle of the palace. A lot of thoughts were running through her head. ‘Who am I? What am I doing here and why is the Prince treating me so badly?’ She sucked her finger and pondered.

 

At last, night came and she had a plan.

 

‘I’m not going to sleep tonight,’ she said. ‘I’m going to escape.’

 

She packed her things, including her dictionary, and sneaked out of her room. There was nobody in the hallway so she made a dash for the exit. As she was running, she wondered why there were no guards around. Then she saw it.

 

A young girl, not much younger than Adeline herself, was standing in the middle of the hallway.

 

‘Who might you be?’ she said with a smirk.

 

‘I’m- My name is Adeline’, she said.

 

‘I’m Jacqueline’, the mysterious girl said. ‘Pleasure to meet you. What are you doing in a place like this?’

 

‘I’m the Prince’s servant’, said Adeline.

 

‘The prince’s servant, huh?’

 

‘So do you want out?’

 

‘I’m escaping’, she said.

 

‘Then come with me’, said the girl.

 

They held each other by the hand and dashed outside, into the arid desert.

 

‘We can set up camp here’, said the girl. ‘It’s getting late, why don’t we talk this through tomorrow?’

 

Adeline complied. She warned Jacqueline though about her memory problem, which Jacqueline listened to in an understanding manner.

 

But overnight, something stole Adeline’s diary. The next morning, Adeline’s memory was blank as a goldfish.

 

‘Where’s your diary?’ Jacqueline asked in a flustered voice.

 

Adeline didn’t know what she was talking about.

 

‘Your diary!’ she said.

 

‘Ohh, don’t tell me you don’t remember anything!’ Jacqueline said in an exasperated voice. ‘What will I do?’

 

Adeline looked around confusedly and just sat there, expressionless.

 

‘Oh well, I guess I’ll just have to explain everything,’ she said.

 

Jacqueline explained the entire set of events to Adeline.

 

*

In the castle, the prince was furious! ‘Where is Adeline?!!’ he shouted. ‘We must find her at once!’

 

The Prince was completely flustered, much more flustered than he should have been for a mere servant.

 

The whole palace went on a hunt for her.

 

 

Deep down in the city, beyond the palace, was a research lab. Inside the research lab was a giant brain. If one were to walk past it, they could hear it, thumping, thumping.

 

 

‘I’m a rogue’, said Jacqueline. ‘I’m after the city of Wistonza for what it did to my village. I’m an enemy of the Prince’.

 

‘Gramps told me to forgive them, but I couldn’t’.

 

‘You work for the Prince, so I guess that makes us enemies too’, she said.

 

‘Oh no’, said Adeline. ‘The Prince is nothing but mean to me. ‘I’m not on his side’.

 

‘Well that makes things a little better’, Jacqueline said with a smirk.

 

‘Let’s wreak havoc on Wistonza together, shall we?’

 

‘I think I’ll pass’, said Adeline.

 

‘Jeez, alright’ said Jacqueline, looking a bit let down.

 

 

 

Jacqueline and Adeline travelled the lands, learning new things and finding new things along the way. However, after a few days they were met with an army of people. These were from the Prince’s army.

 

‘Adeline’, a young man stepped down to greet them. ‘We’ve found you’.

 

‘Who are you?’ she said. ‘Don’t tell me you were sent here by the Prince? To get me back?’

 

‘That is precisely what we’ve been sent to do.’

 

‘No, I don’t want to go back!’ she said.

 

‘It’s too late, we have no choice but to recapture you.’

 

Jacqueline resisted. ‘You’ll have to get through me first’, she said.

 

But before they knew it, they were surrounded by soldiers.

 

‘These numbers’, Jacqueline said. ‘They’re too much…’

 

‘It’s hopeless’, Jacqueline put down her weapons. Her face showed a strained expression. ‘You have to go, Adeline’.

 

‘But Jacqueline ’, Adeline said.

 

Jacqueline clenched her fists. ‘Go on’.

 

Jacqueline made a solemn face as Adeline boarded the ship.

 

‘Damnit’, she said.

 

 

In the city of Wisconza, the brain continued to beat.

 

 

Adeline apologised to the Prince.

 

‘I’m so sorry!’ she blurted.

 

‘How could you do such a thing? You witch!’ He shouted.

 

He took her by the shoulders and started shaking her. ‘You fool!’

 

Adeline was being shaked around, but through the corner of her eyes she thought she saw tears in the Prince’s eyes.

 

Back in her room, Adeline made a new diary and wrote about the events of the day. She was quite shaken up by the events of the day, so she went to bed early.

 

Adeline was fast asleep. The Prince entered the room quietly to check on her. ‘Oh Adeline’, tears were streaming down his eyes. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.

 

 

The next day, Adeline woke up with a blank memory yet again.

 

She did her chores yet again.

 

The Prince was still shouting at her and hitting her.

 

Just the same old day.

 

Adeline was miserable.

 

In the city of Wistonza, something big was happening.

The brain was sitting dormant, wired up from all sides. This was a special brain that was said to belong to a monster from long ago. It was now connected to Adeline's brain and stored all her memories. The memories would be stored over to the brain each night when she went to sleep.

This brain was dangerous.

It was stored in a secret laboratory underground.


There was one scientist that worked in the laboratory. He was tired of being pushed around all the time by the other scientists in the lab. He wanted to wreak havoc on the world. He went up to the brain and he flicked a switch and the ground around him started shaking. He ran outside and the buildings were moving. It was like a giant earthquake was happening all around him.

Jaqcueline was on the outskirts of the city when she saw what was going on. The whole city was moving around as if it were alive. She dashed over.

The Prince saw what was going on outside and called Adeline out. They watched in dismay as their city was eating itself up. Civilians were being eaten up by the ground moving about and there were screams wherever one looked.





The brain tries to destroy the world

Jacqueline stops it

The Prince had to be mean to Adeline to destroy the brain

The prince has a disease

He dies

I made this journal in case any of you have any questions about me. Feel free to ask away!
Heya, I made a blog for the world's most massive and worst bullying event ever. You can read the updates here on Tumblr:
 Ok, just in case these have been leaked (which I feel they might have) I jotted down a bunch of story ideas from different story ideas I've had and wrote them all jumbled up here. I know it doesn't make sense but these are all mine, so... xD Some of them are from my comic about a Martian girl, and the rest are other random ideas.

All this information is also contained in an email I sent to myself on the 12th of June 2018.


Pet driving spaceship
Bounty hunter bar
A ghost town 'frozen in time'
Trash pickers (community service)
End- surreal with eyes (Alfred Hitchcock Spellbound)



A group of children find themselves in the antartic! Their school is in the antartic. They investigate how their school got there, and learn about the so-called happiest school on earth.
Girl is born into non-human society, only human, deals with alienation and is separated in a large tower.
Civilisation has lost fire. It is regressing and a group of us decide to travel the world.
Human civilisation has been wiped out and a bunch of self developing robots have been left behind.

Half human girl that can sense the emotions of others. Walks into a place and can feel the hatred of others.
There is a planet of man-eating parasites. Mc must go onto that planet in an astraunot suit.
Dream where humanity has declined, post apocalypse, hunted by monsters
There's a group of people, like a cult, with whacky ideas.
Climax- Girl must fight giant robot which nearly defeats her
A young geologist discovers a new type of rock.
A boy comes back to his village which he left hundreds of years ago to discover it's gone.
Windmill village
Girl goes to an airfield and meets...A pilot from another galaxy?
Car hotel (based on real car hotel)
A character, no matter where they go, one day sees a hole in the clouds where the sky is black. What could it be?
There has to be some guy that's seen all around space and is memorable. Like Saul Goodman from BB or that guy from Ratchet and Clank.
This is like a magical girl story. Girls use emotions to create magic in fights. But there is one extremely powerful girl that is incapable of feeling emotions. She is a somewhat mysterious and neutral character. But mc befriends her (or tries to) and learns about her.
Pays trip to volcano, in the end ends up spouting lava in spectacular scene
How far is civilisation 'allowed' to advance? What happens when it goes too far? And the ones to make that judgement are cute animal like beings.
And so she (the leader) made the decision to purge the population... to save us all.
Mc is a cyborg
Ok, so this is an update on the smear campaign I was talking about before. Yesterday there was some man going around telling people that I raped his daughter. Now I don't really know what to do in a situation like this. Considering the seriousness of the story, should I go to the police about it? But without proof there's probably nothing they can do right? I'm just a little confused here. Something should be done about this man (and his daughter I guess) but I don't know what.
Hello there, so, in the past year there have been a few people starting smear campaigns against me. The most recent and troubling one has been that I'm a paedophile (yup, someone has started this rumour). So this might be something random started up but I believe there might be someone behind it. I'm asking all of you for help in finding out where this rumour is coming from (aka. who's doing it). If you have any idea who's behind it (and I don't care who it is, just tell me) please please tell me. You can note me in private if you feel uncomfortable telling me in public, just please help me out with this, I would be so greatful if we could actually catch the culprit.

Thank you so much for your time,

Nova
I'm happy to announce that Curse Of A Thousand Stars and The Time Wanderer are now up on Tapastic! The Time Wanderer has already been completed so I will upload a page a day. Curse Of A Thousand Stars is an ongoing comic so it will take a bit longer to upload. It might update with around 3 pages a week.

I hope you read and enjoy them both!

Curse Of A Thousand Stars: tapas.io/episode/1085340
Curse Of A Thousand Stars follows the story of two aristocrats, Suzanna and Raymond. They are childhood friends that spend their days in peace; However their peaceful lives come to a halt when Suzanna is diagnosed with a terminal illness, war looms over them and an event happens that changes them forever.

The Time Wanderer: tapas.io/episode/1085234
A boy named Albert wakes up in a hilly region in a place he does not recognise, and he has no memory of who he is or where he came from. Then he is found by Ana, a girl living in the town nearby. She helps him get his way around town as he tries to discover just who he is and remember his true purpose.

A bit of background info: COATS was partly inspired by this Youtube mix:
It's a wonderful mix, please give it a listen if you have the time! ^^

Update: Lowered prices of finished pieces back to their original price.

Heya, I’m going to be taking commissions again. With a slight change to the available commission types!

 
Rules:
These commissions are for NON-PROFIT/PERSONAL USE only.

Will draw:

Mecha

Anthro

Animals and beasts

Gore

Bl/gl

 etc.

Won't draw:

R18

Bestiality

I may refuse a commission for any other reason.

Star! PRICING Star!

I currently work on an hourly basis at around the minimum wage, please respect the time and work it takes to make each piece.
Prices may be adjusted at a later time if seen fit and as my art improves.

Prices are in:
EUROS (€)


Current Commission types:

Bullet; Blue Simple painting
Bullet; Blue Coloured Sketch
Bullet; Blue Finished piece
Bullet; Blue Custom



COMMISSION TYPES
:


Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Simple painting Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue

Pokemon, Sonic etc. exclusive (simple characters, no humans)
€10 (Extra character €5)

Blaze the Cat by Supern-0-va Meganium by Supern-0-va



Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Coloured sketch Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue

€16 (Extra character €8)

Commission- Maon and Madison by Supern-0-va Nono by Supern-0-va Falling by Supern-0-va Asuka by Supern-0-va Kite by Supern-0-va

 

Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Finished piece Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue

Headshot - €25 (Extra character €15)

Half body - €35 (Extra character €20)


Full body - €45 (Extra character €30)

Madoka- Tears by Supern-0-va Commission- Romantic Evening by Supern-0-va Cherry by Supern-0-va Harley Quinn by Supern-0-va

 

Backgrounds (for finished pieces)

Very simple- No charge

Character Design: Punk Girl by Supern-0-va

 

Simple/blurred - €5

Bird Winged Fairy by Supern-0-va

 

Detailed - €10+

Walking On Water by Supern-0-va

 

Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Other Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue

If you are looking for something other than what’s been listed above please pm me and I’ll let you know if I can take it.


Note: Coloured sketches and finished pieces prices apply to human and humanoid characters only. If you would like something else please message me.

How to commission:

Please send me a private message or an email to ‘crystalceo1@gmail.com’ with the commission type and a description of what you would like, with character references please. I'll email you with a quote and I will ask for payment via Paypal. There is no set time for how long commissions will take but I will try my best to deliver them swiftly!

Thank you!

If you've any questions please ask ahead!

www.twitch.tv/supern0va22

Streaming a quick GymLeadersona. Might start work on another piece I’m currently on afterwards, if I have time, which I probably won’t.

picarto.tv/Flamee22
Doing Houseki no Kuni fanart
There was a problem with the Livestream and it quit by itself last time I was streaming. Fingers crossed that it doesn't happen again!
I've received word that there might be a bully who is trying to steal my comic, The Time Wanderer/The Time Traveller. I don't know how true this is but if you see anything that is written by a person other than Kiara Lee and with links to sites other than my own, that person is a fraud and I should be notified. Thank you and sorry for another stupid journal entry but this kinda matters >->

Ps. If someone has broken into your room and tried to steal your ideas and comics, do you think/know if there is any legal action you could take? Or any kind of copyright protection you could use? I'm clueless about this

Ps2. Thanks for your answers to the last poll. I think my next manga will be from left to right in English and then from right to left if there is a Japanese translation. That makes it fair both ways
As some of you might know there's been a case of bullying going on for quite some time now. I think some people have recently set a campaign against me or smt and started up some rumours about god knows what. All you can do for the moment anyway is to just act normally and if possible even don't associate yourself with these kinds of people? Thanks! Maybe I'll add more details later if needs be.

I'll reopen commissions for anyone who's interested!

(Note: I'm going through a transitional period where I might change my style in some of my pieces. But if commissioned I will draw as listed below in the same style and amount of work needed to complete that piece)

RULES AND GUIDELINES


Bullet; Pink These commissions are for NON-PROFIT/PERSONAL USE only. You buy the image but do not gain the rights to edit it, sell it or use it for any commercial purposes. For commercial work, please contact me through note on DeviantART or through my email address at lumnilii@gmail.com to discuss pricing.
Bullet; Pink I will NOT draw adult material, strong violence or gore or full nudity. Please ask me if you are unsure as to whether I will draw your commission or not.
Bullet; Pink I have the right to refuse a commission for reasons other than those stated above.



Star! PRICING Star!

I currently work on an hourly basis at around the minimum wage, please respect the time and work it takes to make each piece thank you :)
Prices may be adjusted at a later time if seen fit and as my art improves.

Prices are in:
EUROS (€) Please use a currency converter like this one to convert currencies: www.xe.com/currencyconverter/

Current Commission types:

Bullet; Blue Simple B/W Sketch
Bullet; Blue Coloured Sketch
Bullet; Blue Detailed
Bullet; Blue Custom




Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Simple B/W Sketch Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue


Probably open for a limited time only. Click on thumbnail for more info.
Simple 3/5 Euro B/W Sketch Commissions by Supern-0-va



Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Coloured Sketch Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue

These are more sketchy commissions. Be warned that when I sketch, my style can change a bit sometimes so if you want a specific style please link me to an example! (The colouring style I use here can also be used in my detailed commissions, but I just don't have any good examples in that level of detail yet orz)

Headshot/Bust: €10 Additional character: €6
Taishi Headshot by Supern-0-va   Madoka headshot by Supern-0-va

Waist-up/Full body: €16 Additional character: €10
Falling by Supern-0-va  Kite by Supern-0-va

Background: €3+



Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Detailed (excl. background) Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue



Bullet; Pink Types:
Headshot/Bust: €20 Additional character: €15 (No more than 3 characters)
Sparkle by Supern-0-va

Waist-up: €30
Snap by Supern-0-va


Full body: €40 Additional character: €25 (No more than 3 characters)

+ €5 for a character with a complicated design or object
Commission- Pandora by Supern-0-va Commission- Romantic Evening by Supern-0-va Ryuko by Supern-0-va 

Bullet; Pink Additional price reductions may apply to pictures with a very large number of characters.

Bullet; Pink Non-human characters may be priced differently. Please ask me!


Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Detailed (Additional Background) Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue 

(Not all styles shown on characters in these examples are my default style for commissions)

Flat/Gradient or Simple: Free
Summer Breeze by Supern-0-va   Mikasa by Supern-0-va Sparkle by Supern-0-va

Detailed: €10+ (Price increases with detail)
Ryuko by Supern-0-va   Student Council by Supern-0-va   Year of the Horse by Supern-0-va





Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Custom Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue Bullet; Blue

Do you want something specific that isn't mentioned in this journal? Just ask me about it and I'll tell you whether I can do it or not. You can also name your price if you have a certain budget and I'll do what I can within that budget. I charge in euros but it’s ok if you name your price in another currency and I’ll just charge you the euro equivalent.





PAYMENT METHOD


To commission me, please send me a note on DeviantART or email me at lumnilii@gmail.com with the following details:

Commission type:
Paypal address:
Characters and reference:
*Atmosphere / mood / poses etc.:
*Additional info:

*These fields are optional.
(I don't need your Paypal address if you're paying in points)

Bullet; Pink If I accept your commission, I will send you a Paypal request. You have 3 days to respond. I will start work on the commission only after I have been paid. After completion, I will send you the full-sized image with no watermarks.
Bullet; Pink I can show you a sketch of the poses and composition for approval before working on the rest of the image. I can also show you my progress at any other stage of the process if you wish so.
Bullet; Pink You can be refunded if I have not yet started work on your commission. I will not refund once I have started.
Bullet; Pink I currently accept Paypal and point commissions only.


Doing some art based on my new manga!
picarto.tv/Flamee22