Mind Broken | A Philidosia Fanfic (DISCONTINUED)

Prologue

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Theodosia Burr Jr.'s POV

When I was eleven years old, tragedy struck my father and me, resulting in something that would change my life as I knew it. My mother, she put up a fight. A fight for her life. She lost. When I was ten, I noticed a sudden shift in her behavior. She acted as if every day was her last, and when her last day came, I wasn't ready.

My mom became bed-ridden, not allowed to go anywhere or even move a muscle unless she wanted to eat or drink something. I kneeled at my mother's bedside, taking one of her hands in my smaller one. She whispered something to me that day. Something that I would never forget. She talked about topics that I remembered word for word.

"Theodosia, baby. You have my name, you have my looks, and you have my personality. You are my blood. Listen to me carefully and never forget what I tell you on this day. There will be a day that I will not be here in person to guide you. When I'm gone, you will be in charge of your life. Even if your father says otherwise, make your own decisions. Now I'm not telling you that you should run off and join a cult or go around murdering people. What I'm telling you does not apply to that. You will grow older and your peers will tease you. If they do, know that it's simply because they're other kids. Living organisms don't often get along, so this is why you have to be wise in your decisions. Having a few true friends is better than having two dozen fake ones. Be stubborn and stay safe. One day, you will find someone who will mean the world to you. A person who will make you happy. Keep this person close to your heart and never let go. Even if your dad hates whoever this person is, you have to stay true to yourself. I love you."

That one string of advice helped me in the future. That night, my mother gave me a box. Inside the box held several of my mother's most prized possessions. From jewelry, to love letters from my father, the box was the most important thing to my mom. It's as if my mother knew that she wouldn't be here for much longer.

The night my mom passed was the night my life changed forever. A sea of grays fogged my eyes, my once shiny brown ones being drowned out. I stood there, watching my father sob over my mom's dead body. The woman who brought me into this world. The woman who loved me during the darkest and brightest times. My father and I were the only reasons she stood her ground when death threatened to take her away. She put up a good fight.

I stood in that cold room, tears welling in my eyes. I couldn't believe it. I felt all my emotions leave me in that moment. I was left there, crying for no reason. No happiness could be felt. No sadness could be felt. The only thing I felt was... pain. The pain was unbearable, as it wasn't being evened out by any other emotions. I felt myself be dragged out of the room, the long beep of the heart monitor continuing from my mother's heart going still.

I was never the same.