Chapter 1

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The day started off like any other with me and my father bickering about our family's murderous legacy. Though today it felt different. I felt like I could finally stand up to him. It was terrifying with all things considered but I couldn't stop myself from saying what I was about to next. "I'd rather die than follow in your footsteps." There was a time where I looked up to my dad but that was before he murdered my mother in cold blood. By the timespan of a minute, my father walked away and made a call. I had no clue who he had on the phone. I told myself everything was going to be fine because he's my father and he loves me like any father should their daughter but little did I know that call would forever change my perspective on him. He made me a cup of tea and asked to talk to me. How could I have known what he was going to do next? Before words could slip out of his mouth, I took a sip of the tea to be nice but it tasted different. It kind of tasted like cinnamon. It took me a while to figure it out but by the time I did, I was already unconscious on the ground. Before I fell onto my back, I got this feeling. It felt like I was flying and dying at the same time. If that's even possible. My last thought before blacking out was that I was poisoned by my own father. Honestly it seemed horrible at the time but little did I know that it really was nothing compared to what he would do next. But how could I possibly know? I'm just a child after all. A stupid one but still a child.

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