The girl with the unnatural love

Do not read this story. It is a waste of your time because:
1. it does NOT involve you
2. you're probably better off studying or doing work

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She was never what you called normal. Yet she was not very weird either. Somehow she managed to squeeze in between the lines. The ones that knew her would remember her well, for she was a rather special person. Yet when asked to describe her, they would scratch their heads, finding it hard to put a word to her character.

Perhaps to understand why she had this unnatural love, you would have to peek into her childhood days. When she was young, she would play alone. Her daily activities revolved around the usual child's sphere of play, from catching frogs to swimming in the river. She sat by the riverbank everyday, staring aimlessly into the flowing water. She would catch fishes and talk to them. Sometimes she would have a heated conversation with a fish that was flapping in the water. But being so young at that time, people would only wave it off as foolish child's imagination.

Her parents thought she was just being a playful child, choosing to spend her days by the riverbank. Yet as the days passed by, she spent longer and longer hours by the riverbank near her house, skipping meals to just gaze and chat with the fishes. Her parents grew worried, and questioned her actions, but all they got as a reply from this child was a curt, "blurp blurp", which she translated as "go fuck yourselves" in fish. For a 5 year old kid, this vocabulary was beyond comprehension, at least during that time. Rather than being proud of their daughter's ability to speak fish, her parents were horrified and began to lock her indoors and limit her playtime at the riverbank.

The girl seemed to revolt at first, but she later realized that going against her parents would not help her with anything. So she resorted to sneaking out at night. Chatting with the fishes at night was a new thrill to her, especially because they seemed to tell more jokes at night. After years of conversation with the riverside fishes, they began to trust her enough to bring her to their houses far north, close to the sea. Initially, the fishes would bicker back and forth whether or not bringing a human to their lair was a wise decision, but as the seasons waxed and waned, she managed to convince them with her fluent fish.

Her nightly activities though, did not go unnoticed. As she grew to the peak of her beauty in her teenage years, the village boys just could not keep their eyes off her. With her unusual crystal blue eyes that stared into space and her dark tresses billowing in the wind, even girls would sigh at her beauty. The boys would try to get her attention but she stayed cool and far from the usual crowd. She preferred the water, the calm and the fishes.

And as people shower attention on one, others would grow green with envy. This happened to the local drama queen Sally, who decided that attention should be spent more on her because she trimmed her nails and straightened her hair. Sally chose a dramatic dark and stormy night to murder her but instead slipped and fell head first into the stream.

Her heart burning with hatred and embarrassment, Sally returned to the village the next day and accused the unusual girl of sorcery and witchcraft. The sadistic nature of humans played a huge role in fueling their superstitious fear of the unknown. The God-fearing villagers then proceeded to try to burn the girl. And even her parents were among the torch-carrying crowd.

"Blasphemy! " they would scream as they marched towards her, each and every hand carrying torches and wishing for her death. The men wanted to see her dead, the housewives wanted to have a juicier topic of conversation and the children were, well, just children tagging along. Sally grinned and wondered why nobody realized she was lying. Probably because she trimmed her nails and kept her face pretty everyday.

Seeing this, the girl dove into the river. Some say they saw her sprout gills from her legs. Others say her skin became scaly like a dragon. But everyone knew that she swam away far towards the north. If you were paying attention, you would realize that the far north is the safe fish sanctuary that the fishes were chatting so happily about.

Once in a while, people would see her surface in some riverbanks across the country, her clear blue eyes piercing through the darkness of the night. She cries and she laughs, because she is finally free, but she is no longer human.

Because of her unnatural love.

Sigh.
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Anyways, blurp blurp.
:)