ENTRY:
Dear, Dad.
I'm cold.
But sometimes, I think you might be colder.
Sometimes,
I wonder if you hate yourself,
as much as you hate me.
Sometimes, I think you should.
Karma isn't who she is supposed to be.
A protector of the Universe.
If she was,
she would have punished you a long time ago.
Maybe, balance doesn't exist here.
Like the candles atop the cake on my 5th birthday.
Nonexistent.
You didn't want to count the years since she'd left.
And maybe, I'm just a painful memory to you.
Sometimes, you do things that don't make sense.
Lies are unforgiveable, until it's your funeral.
You should know that to them,
I'm a freak.
But maybe you feel that way too.
Just don't forget who it was that raised,
the freak.
Splash
Splash
Eden lifted her face from the grungy sink of the abandoned mall's public restroom, placing her palms on the cool surface of the counter as she stared back into the reflection of herself. Her injuries had already begun to quickly heal—perhaps the only upside to being a vampire.
'Good.' Eden thought to herself. By the time she and Elliot managed to make it back home, she would be mostly recovered. At least, enough not to warrant any condescending words from Osiris.
She glared into the parched cardinal red that saturated her irises; repulsed not only by the color, but everything it stood for. If she hadn't lost so much blood, she would have been able to avoid drinking for at least another week. As it was looking now, drinking would be the first thing she'd be subjected to upon her arrival home.
Her chest tightened with the sensation of deeply buried resentment, fists tightening, nails digging into her palms with a biting sting. Eden sharply tugged her furrowed gaze away from the rusty pane of glass, staring at the dirty tile floor instead as she struggled to swallow the anger. It brimmed inside, as if it was feeding on her self-doubt—as if it knew it couldn't be caged forever.
"Ghh-AAAH!" Eden exploded in an eruption of pain and self-hatred, her fist swinging with mighty force at the visage of her blurry reflection. The shrill sound of shattering glass permeated the otherwise silent room.
Eden's fist dropped back to her side weakly as beads of opaque blood dribbled down her knuckles. She couldn't even feel the pain, reeling more so from the intensity of the emotions that had been building for so long. There was a quiet relief, a stillness that could not have been achieved without the explosion.
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