Hey guys, this is my new story, I really hope you'll like it. I'll try to update every week, but if it doesn't happen, i apologize in advance. Please review, it means so much when someone does. Otherwise, Enjoy! Minor swearing in future chapters

Prologue:

*9 years ago*

I don't really know when or how it happened exactly. It seemed like at one moment, I was in a world filled with such wonder and hope that it lit me up from inside, transforming me into a beacon of light. But someone must have found the switch and flicked it shut, because in the blink of an eye I was left alone to blindly stumble in the darkness of reality.

When people looked at me, I knew they couldn't see past the tragedy of a young -barely eight years old- girl losing her mother. I knew that every time someone actually had the guts to look me in the eye, they were thinking, oh look at that poor little girl. She must be so sad. What I didn't know exactly, is when or how it happened. Maybe it was because of the huge, mounting pressure there was all around me to be devastated, to act devastated. But the truth was, I didn't feel sad. I couldn't feel any emotion at all, except for a hollow emptiness inside of me. I felt like my soul had decided to abandon my body and I was just an empty shell merely resembling a living human being, walking around stiffly, without any real purpose or intention. I was no one, just another face in the sea of billions more.

Aunt Lidy tried to help me as best as she could, desperately trying to fix me. She couldn't help me though. I was a broken doll, my pieces scattered all across the floor and impossible to glue back together. Much like most of my family, she was also consumed by her own grief, but she handled it in her own way. Eventually, she moved on with her life, and i hated her for it. I hated her for moving on so quickly, forgetting my mother as if it was just a bad dream.

I don't know what changed. I think after a while, I saw that she really was gone, and she was never coming back. I felt the pain again, the pain of having my mother ripped away from me before I even knew there was any possibility that she could leave me and never come back. But I couldn't handle the agonizing pain, so I turned it into pure, ugly rage. A thirst for revenge powered my body from that day forward, making my legs move and my arms swing. I hid that darkness deep inside of me, promising myself that I would destroy every single last one of them. Time past. Things changed. I hid my anger under sarcastic comments and fake laughs. I never got too close to anyone. Getting too close meant subjecting myself to feeling that horrible pain again if I lost them. I would once again be helpless to the torturous grief that followed me around like a shadow. I vowed to myself that I was never going to be helpless again.

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-Talia12111