[My possessive Elite queen]

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Jennie POV

When I was younger, mom used to tell me many stories.

Almost every night, before going to sleep, I would go to the living room where she would be still working with dad, and ask her to read me something, or tell me some story.

She always would get up, accompany me to my room, sit down whit me and tell me something.

She told me so many stories, I don't even remember some of them.

But one thing I do remember, is that when she told me a story that had a villain, a bad guy, she would always tell me his point of view too.

She used to tell me that everyone, doesn't matter what they did, should have a chance to explain themselves, to be understood.

And growing up I realized that many times, in those movies, in those books, the villain hadn't actually do something bad.

Or if they did, it would always have a motive, a valid one, that sometimes would make me questions the ideas and the way of being of that character that is represented as the hero, the good one, the right one, the one that everyone should like.

Even when the hero does something terrible, many seems to close an eye on it and ignore it, because they're the good one! They never do something of actually wrong.

They don't behave like the villain so they're right, and the villain is wrong, always wrong.

I always kind of hated that.

The way the good ones would be excused for everything just because they're good while the bad ones don't.

And in multiple occasions the villains get punished too, sometimes with death.

I think the world of stories and fairy tales is weird.

Unright.

Unequal.

I never understood many parts of it, from both sides, villains and heroes.

One thing in particular that I never understood, was when someone killed someone else, with a motive like revenge because that someone killed someone else of dear to them, and things like that, and then.... They'd feel guilty. They'd regret it, thinking that they should have never took someone else's life away, because that's not right. That's not how it works.

But why? Why would you feel guilty? You just gave them the favor back.

If someone killed my sister, I wouldn't think twice going to their house and give them the worst death a human being could ever imagine, and I for sure, wouldn't regret it. Wouldn't feel guilty, because there's nothing to be guilty about.

This is something I never understood before and still don't.

When I dream about her, when I see her in my nightmares and wake up crying...

I realize that I regret what I did, I really do.