I remember when I was small. I didn't fully understand why I was always locked in the house. I remember how they got mad when I ripped up the furniture, or how I once let a deer in when they were out. I wasn't human, but I wasn't fully a monster. When I look back now, I wonder how they put up with me.
I'm 13 now. I still question myself, my stupidity, and my life.
My dad is dead, that was My fault actually. I can't get his image out of my head. I can never shake away the guilt. My mom said that it wasn't my fault, it was. I had been stupid enough to follow a butterfly, I walked off a cliff and my dad went down to save me. The branch I held onto was weak. He gave his life for mine. When I made it back to safety, I looked right down to his dismantled body. I cried that night, and the night after, and the night after. I cried for 8 days, no food, no water, nothing but my blanket my bed and my hands. While I was cooped up in my room I had grown vines. Apparently I grow things when I am being unhealthy. I don't like to look back at my past, it hurts.
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silly girl
Fantasythis is about a girl that makes unique choices. what life holds for her? I can't tell you that, but I can tell you that she isn't that normal.
