A daughter's rage is thicker than blood.

TRIGGER WARNING: Rlly angsty shi. Topics of death, blame, and anger.

"ENOUGH!!!"

My daughter screams. I had become used to my daughter's temper tantrums. I never understood how someone so small and weak could have so much rage in their veins. And at first I assumed she was just having another normal temper tantrum. Just as she always had. And then she would run away and the nannies would retrieve her from the cliffside she sits at to stare at the moon. I assumed this was just another normal day.

"I don't want to do this anymore! Every day I fight for my life! And nothing has changed! I haven't gotten stronger or faster or tougher! My skin turned red from my own blood day in an day out! How is this fair!? How is any of this fair!? You act as if my life is expendable to you! And I'm sick of it! I want to go home!!!"

"You're already at home."

"Home doesn't even feel like home anymore!!! This isn't home!!THIS IS HELL!!! Wagamama and Nakme are gone forever, I haven't heard from my siblings in years and momma left and I dont know where she is!!

"AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!"