It's not real

Hey there, I found this blog with my name on it and so I checked it out. Somebody must have been real desperate to prank me huh? So anyone that's been reading this it's totally a fake. I never had a boyfriend called Eugene Dorn or even Eugene. Simon's my first. So uh goodbye then. Guess I should be polite and say goodbye properly huh? So then I guess my name is Aria Minsaki and I am not a serial killer nor an arsonist and I never had a boyfriend called Eugene Dorn. I do have a Grandfather that's blind though. Oh and loooooovvvvvvve roses. They looks so cute in my hair. Oh and I also have a music box but the keys missing so no fading memories for me! See ya round folks! Might come back here one day. This is Aria Minsaki signing off.

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My name is Aria Minsaki and I am a killer and an arsonist and a manipulator. I had a boyfriend named Eugene Dorn that saved my life and manipulated me for his own gain in return until he deluded himself that he actually cared. I have a bofriend named Simon Skinner and I burnt his best friend alive out of jealousy as she was just like me. I have a fondness for roses and tried to commit suicide once. My Grandfather is blind and messing with him gains you nothing but forget. I messed with Grandfather and am finally ready to accept my punishment. In my mind there's a hole where so many things were supposed to be. I can't remember when I killed first or the reason I stood up there screaming for death. I don't care. My name was Aria Minsaki and I'm not sorry.

Two

Aria, why confess? Simply find the book and read it, memories will return. There is no need to be so dramatic. Ah my thorn-

Shut up. You know nothing Eugene.

Calling me that again my thorn? I thought you admired me much more.

Can't I simply erase your posts Eugene?

You could but then what? You want the recognition and the happy life. You want to be the hero of this tale as well as the villain. You want to paint yourself white while painting both me and your Grandfather black. You deserve this Aria. Face it thorn, if you erase what I say then I don't seem quite as real as you do I?

I digress,

You always digress. Stay on topic or don't,

Shut up Eugene. The greatest sin of all was attempting to end my own life. The knife stuck deep within my chest and in my moment of weakness

I saved you. I saved you and we fell in love at the first falling rose of winter.

This isn't your story Eugene.

It's our story and that's why you can't bring yourself to erase me. Not my personality and my memories inside you mind and not my writings.

As I was saying in my moment of weakness a thorn apple stole my heart away and manipulated me to get further ahead in life.

Ah so I was only using you then? Well then. The question is why will you post this after all you seem like you're arguing with yourself and nothing more. Yet you can claim insanity though this texts and earn our audiences sympathies. You cruel bitch.

You are nothing but abusive to me, you scream and swear and manipulate! You're the one trying to drive me insane.

But I'm not here Aria, I'm only personality stuck in the coding of memory. You'll forget soon and I'll be gone. I only want to comfort you.

But why? If you are only traces of memory then why do you want to comfort me?

Because I remember what we had Aria. I remember what we had and what you did and thus I hate you and pity you. I miss you Aria. I'll see you soon though.

What? How?

In death. Think of this as my final confession to the earth and to you Aria. Aria you will die; without your memories of sins and the like you'll be standing on the edge of the world with a knife at your breast.

You are wrong.

Am I? If I was then you'd remove the text but you won't my thorn.

Alright then tell me why I'll post this. You keep going back to this.

Because we are the same even if we were in different bodies. Are souls are the same and you love that and you love me and you love speaking to my fading memory and you want everyone to know. You have always been such an attention whore. Enjoy your fifteen minutes of fame in insanity.

I will keep this as my readers must know both my personality and yours so they can tell Simon it wasn't my fault I killed you.

Even though you earlier on mentioned that I was pathetic.

You controlled me.

Consoled you.

Abused me! Used me!

Choosed you.

Hate me!

Love you more then you know.

And you still attempt to manipulate me even though you have nothing to gain. See this. He is why I am a cold hearted killer. Believe me! Believe me!

It seems like my dear thorn is losing control. How quaint. She's gone rather insane. Take it from me as she babbles, it was more than manipulation.

Music Box

Well now I have him intercepting my posts as well. Eugene you obnoxious man. He did this to himself. Now where was I before the derailment, yes my memories, my sins. You may think this one seems simple in comparison to the duel and more murders but it's not simple at all. I broke Grandfather's sister's music box. The one that made people twirl round and round. Grandfather took her memories of the box and gave it to me. For me it's different though as it's damaged, when I spin the key it makes people forget.

I use this ox to make people forget my transgressions. My sins. When I turn it and the girl that looks strangely like rose flowers twirls all incidents are forgotten. I erased even Grandfather's memories and now he is upset, upset that his Grandchild is not the lady he thought she was. That is also why I am forgetting. I will forget the rest very soon, one more confession.

Memories

Memories can be easily transplanted. One for him and one for me. One for his body and one for the grave. If only a scrap of the memory book remains then memories can be transplanted. I'm having to deal with Eugene all over again. He's softly crying like a child. He's screaming like a raginf beast. Why torture me Grandfather before the loss I will have? Why be so cruel? That wilted rose you captured in your book will be mine in revenge. If I am to forget then you shall as well. You shall forget me.

Aria, Aria I'm not angry.

Roses

I am famous for carrying roses around with me. I even know of the language that roses speak. I wonder if I'll know what they say when I forget. I'd collapse if I didn't, Grandfather dare not be this cruel after all even if he removes my thorns I should still be a rose. Does it not work that way though? If it doesn't then without thorns what am I?

Pyromania

In case you haven't guessed yet morons I have severe pyromania. I burn things as small as flower petals to things as big as eighteen wheelers. Grandfather's books as well, the book holding Eugene's memories which he was hoping to transplant to someone else, I burnt that and that's why he hates me. It's no problem as Grandfather can have all of mine, he'll just transplant them and I'll live again. But then again I wouldn't be writting this if I believed that.

I burnt that pretty little lady of his alive. Simon had a female friend and she was very close to him so she had to go because otherwise I would be alone just like Eugene said I'd be without him and I refuse to let him be right about anything. Even pleading words that he screeched as he grabbed on to my leg crying Aria, Aria softly like a child. He wasn't as cruel as I had first thought so I did burn him, alive actually. I digress though, I burnt that lady alive as she was like me but more refined. She killed with the silver tipped knife and the honey tongue while I, favoring things that weren't so prideful, killed with flames and roses. I wonder if Grandfather keeps a rose in the book with my memories.