Shadow Cursed

Chapter 41: What Once Was

Anna's P.O.V

Is it normal to feel pity for yourself? All this time I had been used, and only when I was disposed of, that it all really mattered. My days left were numbered and limited. Curled up in a ball, I cried. To everyone else, I was unnecessary and holding them back.

The dagger lay on the floor near me, how easy it would be end all this pain and suffering. I examined the tip that had pierced my mirror only hours ago and shattered it. Out of an outburst of anger, the dagger went flying and landed in the wood of the bottom drawer of my dresser. I walked over but noticed something I had forgotten long about.

Letters from my mother before she went missing lay around me on the floor. I was only 3 when she disappeared without a warning.

We grieved differently. I locked myself away in my room and tried to collect myself.

My dad took it harder. He went to Earth, and got drunk. When he got drunk one night, a young woman in college had caught his eye. She was having a drink alone. In his younger years he was pretty good looking. Well they hooked up once at that club then a few times more. And soon enough they got married and had a child. She came back with him, and we had a nice family for a little while.

I didn't always hate my sister. When she was young, we were the best of friends. The fact that she was half human didn't change how much I loved her.

But the voices started. They had a strange power over me, blinded me and convinced me to join them. I rejected them, but they would never take no for an answer. I gave in 3 years later, slowly their influence came over me. I started to think like them, behave like them. The day I saw her crying after I tried to kill her, was the day I most regretted.

The day I betrayed my father, I could see the hurt in his eyes, and still to this day. He refused to look at me, and he kicked me out. I had no where else to run, they took me in and helped me recover. That day I swore vengeance.

I should of been dead by now.

I don't deserve to be sitting here reliving the painful memories of my past.

Isabella shouldn't be paying the price of what I've done.

What a fool I was.

I lay on the floor surrounded by my past, staring blindly at the ceiling hoping for an answer. A white feather, pure, floated down from the air and landed in front of me. A sign, that my mother was watching me, protecting me. But why wasn't she here with me then, like a normal mother to tell me what I shouldn't have done all my life.

Out of rage I took the letters and ripped them to pieces. I cried since they were the only thing left from my mother. When they were all shreds I took the pile and walked out to my tower balcony. I watched as I let the wind carry the pieces where ever they wished.