Actions

Work Header

Mikadah’s Sad, Stupid, and Pathetic excuse of a Life

Summary:

It’s Mikadah! Take a look at her diary, her FINAL moments of critical thinking- I didn’t even know she even had thoughts. OR COULD EVEN WRITE! But lookie look! Diaryyy

 

Can’t wait for people to psychoanalyze my ocs (I’m so delusional for thinking people would read AND enjoy this.)

 

I also go by FF or kwaiiee.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Is my memory shitty?

Summary:

A soft introduction to a very OBVIOUS narcissistic.

Chapter Text

Ya know… life’s been pretty great honestly.

You’d expect a cutie like me, MIKADAH. To be in a better state of life but… J and Kida are sweeties. The only people I like anyways. (Don’t worry Alivia, Ani, and my other friends. Love yall as well 💋) [I really dont]

Life first started like shit. I don’t remember much, Alivia (which I don’t normally say her first name, but for the sake of my biography she’s my step mom.) Alivia says it’s cause of trauma or sum’ of that kind.

My dad was Enzo Amato and my birth mother was Hinta Hiro. I am the one and ONLY Mikadah Amato-Hiro (I take much pride for my sick-ass name.) I’m Italian and Japanese… but I uh.. only speak English but! We can look past that anyways (pshhhh)

My mom died giving birth to me, it sucked growing up with a depressed dad and a fucked up step-mom. Her name was Loretta and shit.. all she ever did was smoke and cough. She smoked so much to the point she became the ash! It kinda hurt tah be honest. Growing up with barely a mother figure. But whatever, I am an only child after all and was spoiled to the core.

 

I can only remember bits and pieces of my childhood and life before I became Mikadah. Younger me was a LOOOOOOSSSSEERRR. All I was focused on was school and ugh.. friendship. I am much muchhhh more better. I don’t beg anymore and I most certainly don’t need to seek out affection.

But as years start to pass I’m starting to get curious of how my life was like. I asked mostly Ani, who is my most incredible step-sis, love her to death. And my wonderful loving step-mom, Alivia, who actually knows how to be a mom and raise kids.

So I did what I do whenever I’m curious.

 

“Seriously? These questions again?” My mom, Alivia asks, obviously amused I kept asking this every year. I always hoped the answers would change or be different, but clearly life doesn’t change or work that way.

“Well duh, mom. I wanna know how my life was like!” I giggled, resting on the counter of Ani’s kitchen. My mom and Ani decided to own a BIG house together- Which is connected to Ani’s restaurant. (Cool as fuck to be honest. If I could show yall I would. Honest to God.)

My mom sighs, smiling at me.”Okay, Okay.” She nods,”Now close your eyes and envision what I tell you, mkay? Remember and keep it dear to your heart.” I nod excitedly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~