Everyone said i was The bad guy. They either feared me or felt dissapointed by me. Some would say that they are even sorry for me. But what can i do with their regrets? Nothing. So I just keep going on. 1 Breath , 2 Breaths..Air in... Air out. I always do this to calm my nerves.
At first I was afraid of failure. I didnt want people to look at me and see nothing but regrets. But after I was called a dissapointed all over again, I got used to it. It hurt in the begining. I cant lie. It did hurt bad. But after some Time i felt like i lost some parts of me. Like i had became invisible. Like i was glass. People knew i was there, but they chose to see through me.I was becoming glass. I was transparent and almost broke. Almost.
After a while I found my strenght. I collected all my broken parts. I should use my transparency in my own advantage. I felt all the glass I was made of melting from nerves and anger. My always frozen hands now felt hot and I think if I touched something it would burn in an instant. All the broken parts melted into my nerves and start to attached themselves to what I was allready made of. And after cooling myself, I notice that now all my parts had became one. Stronger than before, sharper then before.
As I looked in the mirror that night i came to a realisasion. I was the villain in this story.
And thats how I lived my life after that night. I knew that I was the villain; I didnt even tried to hide it. I wanted to be the best of the bad guys, the ruler of bad.I was thirsty for revenge with every cell of my body. I suffered before and now I want all the people who did me wrong to feel at least as miserable as I felt. I couldnt please them, so now im gonna make the. even more unhappier."Heroes always get remembered, but legends never die" They used to tell me that. I never undestand those words until that night. There had always been the good and the bad. The thing is that the good always wins. But not from now. I let them break me once. I cant make the same mistake twice. Im am the villain and I'll make sure everyone will fear me. When they will hear the name Zamina, there would be only one person in their mind. Me-Zamina, the Queen of Broken Glass and Nights.
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The Queen of Broken Glass
Ficción General"Heroes always get remembered, but legends never die" There always was the fight between good and bad. But no one knew that the only difference between heroes and villains is who is telling the story. After every part of her was broken, Zamin...
