The Shadow of her Heart

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

My father always told me I would make him proud. In spite of my mother blaming me for her misery, he saw something in me that was meant to rise above our grim circumstances. I clung to his words, a beacon in the fog of our strained family life. After my mother's death I told myself I would be better, for her and my father. I worked hard, trying to achieve what others could only dream about.

Becoming a police officer was not just a career choice; it was a path to understanding the depths of human nature, to explore the boundaries of right and wrong that my father believed held the world together. Yet, every scream I silenced, every tear I wiped away, I felt myself falling into my own misery. Each life I saved only reminded me of those I could not. I know it should bother me, send a wave of guilt through me, but the only thing I feel is excitement. My own mind is an enigma to me, a damsel in distress that does not want saving. One that craves torture, I might seem weak, but my mind is not.