Alia Roams

In the serial killer's home, Alia roams.
Mirrors all around, she faces a clown.
He's the passion killer, Richard Rose.
The serial killer?
It's Margaret. Margaret Rose.
The sweet, unexpecting lady that no one suspects.
Outside, she's sweet.
Inside, she's seething
with a rage so deadly...
Couldn't handle jail for even one day.
At least Richard had passion.
She's cold as ice, untouchable.
But both are bad and equally disgusting.

My parents...
Alia, the girl curious of everything, climbs herself out of well, but they sealed her in. Her light was too bright. She couldn't be free. Confined, so confined to the fear of her parent's rage. She was the key to life's gift, but they cursed her, thinking she'd forever be hated.

"She'll show you," Alia speaks to people in her head. Her mother, Margaret sure sure would. A fake Samara Morgan. A fraud.

But Alia would be the light out of the darkness. Alia would be like Mew, meeting everything with curiosity and childlike wonder. No judgment. Just marveling at the world even when she has nothing.

That is the true test in life. Are you truly happy or is it all just a show?

Alia roams and finds the hidden treasure called love. She had no idea it was available to her. Even though she's Mew, she never knew. She feels everything intensely, her tears could flood the entire planet. Her rage could make the seas bloody. Her screams could crack the earth and break it like glass. And her cries for help could melt the whole world.

And her voice could change an entire nation.