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Sam now,11, gives up pirating and using her master navigation skills to travel to New England with her Uncle. Placing the man within a cast-iron room as not to rot the ship. There, Sam accidentally established witchcraft, as the girl accidentally left dark angsty fanfic, containing spells, rivaling Dantes inferno expressing her hatred for her fathers' abandonment in a church. Heavily reprimanded by her Uncle and then finds her love for smut. Using that alternative to express hatred in her soul instead.
Feeling much guilt, seeing the rife and hysteria caused by a few simple words of agony, swore to never let her shame dismay others again.
Sam becomes the outlaw Violet Rosegarden the Thorn of the Wild West. Having by then raised to be a proper young lady, and rose against the discards that struck her, and her own caregivers. Slavery. turned horse thief as a life alibi on Her uncles' plantation. Which did own slaves that could barely be considered as such? Trains and rich men wagons became targets for the ones who could not go into town. Giving them thier first taste of American humble pie. Arming her servants with weapons and supplies and educating them in cult-like fashion for hard work. This Roused the alerts of townsmen and slave traders who marched and destroyed thier establishment.
While they needed to flee, she could only hold faith that what she did was enough. How hard it was with memories of being burned at the stake— to speak the truth.
But over several generations, the teachings of true liberation that their lives were shaped of no men, but of their own hands. They fought back. And established means for freedom, throughout the united states in the ways of the underground railroad.
In 1810, during the civil war, there many abandoned children, women left alone, unknowing widows. Forced to care for themselves superficially without the men who did formerly. Heedless of their full faculty of self-sufficiency. Her uncle served those who returned from the front lines, and she helped the women and children earn swag.
Who were never the same, much like someone they remembered…
They settle after in California for the gold rush. Sad that they missed it, her uncle teaches her business practices.
Sam lived in relative peace in the company and with the Company her family member. Their business Bringing a great deal of guilt, with financial gain, yet thrill, her uncle shuts down the factory, and in 1930, they move to Kansas. Her uncle's curse drys out the land further, causing dust storms. Attempts to console her uncle on this where futile. He was hysteric in those moments. Screaming. Yelling. She was scared the earth was never going to regrow. Reminiscent of her father. She fled. It was 20 years before he found her again.
By then, she had enrolled in school. Her learning curve led to problems, not only that, faculty and classmates had taken notice of her oddities. Somewhat of a laughing stock. Sam kept her pride, much like her mother had. However, without a legal caregiver, it was the states choice to commit her to an asylum/orphanage. Her uncle stepped into her case last second.
Crying the young girl apologized for running away. The man vowed, to never let himself lose composure again.
In the1970-1990s, they moved to New York. Sam designed fashion, knowing she was too young to trademark, she gave her uncle credit. On her 13th birthday, she gained enough grains of courage to ask, why it was both he and her father were so troubled…
"Are you serious…"
"Samariah… please understand, some things… are better left unknown…"
"To me!? Do you think I don't care at all!?"
"Of course we do;"Cain felt he knew the issue, he spoke to tackle the issue before it grew into harsher emotions."You matter so much to us! We love you…"
Sam was stuck staring at the air. They were in pain. And she was not. How could she live happy while the ones she loved breathed in misery. She was nothing a burden on their happiness. People like them… didn't need idiots like her around. Too stupid to live by herself. Before they leave— what was one way to stop them?
"Shut up… I don't care."
"Excuse me…?"
"YOUR BOTH THE SAME! YOU JUST KEEP GOING OVER AND OVER AGAIN! Well, guess what! I won't let you!"
The child ran back out the door, Cain was already ready to give his consolation. Why did she!? She was gone by the time he checked around outside. Panic set in. He ran his fingers through the scalp of his hair.
"Stupid stupid girl!"He wept, with his boots, he set out to find her.
Sam hid that day. And she hid well. The way her father taught her. Against her uncle, who she loved. It made her want to puke. Why was she doing this? Why won't they talk to her? Where did they go? Where did she go? How could they just sit there and look at here? What did they see!?
A female blackbird bounced around in the puddle of water on the paving slabs by the fountain.'I don't need the reminder every time I look in the mirror!'she raged in her mind, drying out the puddle with steam, the heat of the flames of her wrist, flare as she swings at the bird.
It flys off and again she is left alone.
