Wet, cold and alone. Three particular words to describe how i was feeling at this moment. I remember sitting on a park bench while the drops of rain poured down onto my body. I was drowning in my own pitiful sorrow.
Mama is DEAD
Papa is DEAD
Safety is DEAD
Love is DEAD
I'm DEAD
Realization had dawned on me at this very second. I, in all of my 16 years of living, was alone. And it wasn't just a feeling, i was physically alone. No one to call, no one to run to, no one to love or protect me.
I had been the perfect daughter. I had been the perfect person. I did as i was told, i followed all the rules, i even made sure to say "please and thank you".
I wasn't sure what i had done to deserve such horrible things. Everything had been taken away from me.
But soon my sorrow wasn't just sorrow anymore. It became anger with due time. As the years passed I became spiteful. I became a new person.
I wanted revenge.
No,
I wanted BLOOD.
