Illusion continued stared up at the ceiling, then jerked her gaze away from it, turning on her side, bitter and exausted.
"You promised me you won't do this!" A ten-year old Illusion yelled at two adults.
Her parents.
"Well, we gotta do what we can and we can't work anymore, since-" The man- her father- said but then was interupted by Illusion.
Her orange eyes glimmered with tears as she looked up at them.
"How could you treet me like this!? And her!?" She asked them fiercely.
"How could you give her away-she's my own sibling-"
More shouts, then smoke.
"I HATE YOU!" The girl screeched, and then turned on them, closing her heart to all things, not wanting to love anymore, because of those two people, that promptly ruined her life.
"YOU JUST KEEP ME TO MAKE TRICKS FOR YOUR CIRCUS, YOU DON'T CARE, YOU CALL YOURSELVES PARENTS, YOU FAKE IT ALL INFRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE- I hate you! I'm leaving!"
More smoke. Explosions.
The terror repeated itself in her mind.
Again.
And again.
She shuddered, and closed her eyes.
That was what had made her this. Cold.