The Queen of Broken Glass

《Chapter two》

After that night, nothing was the same. I never saw myself as mean before that moment. I was just a sweet child who tried her best to please peolple around her. Pathetic, I know. My father wanted succes from all my actions. It didn't matter that it was about school or life. He used to tell me that a person without education will do nothing in life, but a person who doesn't know how to live will not be saved by any of the information learned in school. I always pretended to undestand what he wanted to tell with those words, and still I did misunderstood it all over again. I did't know what balance was and how much meant for someones life. I was just a child. What was I supposed to do? What did I need to undestsnd?
My mother, on the other hand, didn't really cared about my education that much. There was something more important to her, something that every mother who has at least one daughter should worry about. Marrige. She used to always dream about that moment. When I will be married at my house, with a husband and lots of kids. That was life. Well, that was live in her eyes. But the truth is that I didn't want that. I always dreamed about travelling all over the world, on a ship, on my own. Seeing new people everyday, not belonging somewhere, not having to worry about kids or husbands or even money. Every night I used to lie awake and think about how good my life would be when all my dreams will come true. I was small and inocent; no one bothered to tell me that the universe dosen't really listen to us.
I was fifteen, siting in front of the mirror. My mother brushing my reddish hair before bed. She knew that I was beautiful and was very proud about it. I had her fire-colored curls,my father's black almond shaped eyes, kinda pale skin which was covered with thousands of freckles. Everyone told her that I was lucky, getting all the good genes in the family. But in that moment, when I was looking in the mirror, I didn' feel lucky at all. I was staring at my face, trying to count my freckles, and falling miserable at doing it, when she said :
"My dear, you are so beautiful. Any man would be more than pleased to have you as his wife." There was something bitter-sweet in the way she chose her words. I knew she meant it in a good way, or at least hoped. She could have said "lucky" ; but she didn't. She prefered to use a word which sounded allright, and yet offensive at the same time. I wanted to speak. To ask her what if I didn't wanted a husband, or kids, or any part of the life she planned for me. But I only smiled as I caught her eyes in the mirror.
And after some time those thoughts started to destroy me step by step. I never was as perfect as my father wanted, or as graceful as my mother dreamed I would become. I can't count all of the times they called me a disgrace for the Cinderbreaker family. I even started to forget that my real name was Zamina, and not disappoiment. They started to ignore me, to see through me. I was broken and invisible, just like glass. I knew I couldn't heal if I stayed there. So I ran away from them. It wasn't like they would look for me. I collected myself, I found people who protected and listened to me, I became feared everywhere in the country. I was The Queen of Broken Glass, a woman who fought with a knife better than any man with powers. I know that I am someone now. But, even at this moment, there is this small part of my evil soul that still wants to be loved, still wants to believe that my family didn't really abandoned me.