Valarie
They say that eventually, the pain dims, you stop thinking, you become numb to it.
But I am already sinking deep into its depths.
I promised myself I wouldn't fall apart. And on the outside, I haven't. I'm still watching the scene indifferently. Still sitting here without moving.
But I can barely hear Annette screaming. Can barely hear her shouting, "Help her, you have to help!"
No one helps. Myra is already dead.
"Valarie." My father, looking pained as he stands up. "My little princess. Won't you stay with the rest of us? We're leaving."
I'm still seated.
He knows exactly what he's done.
He knows, and I know, but still I follow his lead, standing as if barely affected by the blood staining the platform below and Myra getting carted away.
Don't they say history always repeats itself?
"Of course." I say.
He thinks me a pawn, like Annette. If a bit resistant. And I will be one.
Until I reach the end of the board.
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