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Azora Blueland is 17, she hates her name and struggles with who she is every day knowing she wasn't the same as everyone else.
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Azora
I woke up in my mothers arms, I remember clinging to her in fear of being dragged back into the nightmare I had expirenced that had hurt me.
I sat up, my mother opened her eyes and looked at me gently touching my face.
"You're safe darling." She whispered, her eyes gently closed.
Fear was overwhelming it sank into your skin and feasted on your bones. I didn't know how to feel, I got up and went downstairs I saw my father sitting at the table with bills around him and bags under his eyes.
"Hey sweety." My dad spoke, I smiled.
"Dad use my college funds." I spoke softly sitting beside him,
"No way, that is for your future." He stated his tone serious.
"I won't have a future if there is dept behind my name, we are loosing our home and our belongings because of a power I never wanted- I can get a job and earn some money back." I told him, I didn't want them stressed.
"We are supposed to protect you and help you." My dad said, his eyes stuck on the bills that I created.
"This time I'm protecting you, because of what I did." I told him with a smile, I knew his frown meant he'd listen.
"I hate this you know." My father said, he looked so conflicted.
"I hate it too dad, I hate who I am and what the world thinks of me." I told him, sitting beside him in the kitchen.
"I wish that whoever gave you to us, would've left us some input on how to help you—you've suffered so much because of it." My father said, the look of sadness and guilt were in his eyes.
"I was given two good parents, I couldn't have asked for anything better—the world would've been a lot worse if I didn't have you." I spoke softly, he gripped my hand.
"I just want things for you, I want you to get married, I want you to have a family—I want so much and the world doesn't seem to want to allow it." My dad said, my eyes watered at the broken tone of my father.
"I'll get these things dad, I will fight for them." I told him, my voice cracking.
"I know, and I'll be fighting along side you till I'm 6 feet under." He told me, my heart clenched.
I needed answers, I needed to know who I am and why I was born into a world that didn't even have a clue what I am—I wanted to be able to live a normal life, I wanted my parents to grow old and die happy knowing I'm safe and living a life worth living but instead there is just fear.
Fear that I can't control who I am, fear that I might be collared, fear that I won't be able to have children or a relationship because of the fact they didn't know who or what I was—so why would they allow the possibility of another being born possibly stronger?
