February 27th, 2019
If I were a constellation I would be Andromeda. Helpless, left chained to a rock by my own terrible father all because my mother was arrogance. A punishment for my mothers inability to hold her tongue. An offering to a terrible monster. This sounds about right.
Screwed up family? Check. A mother who cares only for my beauty and not for my heart? Check. A father willing to sacrifice his daughter? Check. Offered to a terrible monster? Check, but my monster isn't physical. My monster is my depression, yet it still fits. My dad sacrificed my happiness for the good of the family name. My mother cares too much about having the prettiest, most perfect daughter, and not about how I feel. They have set me up in a position that I can't get out of. Yet, one thing doesn't fit.
I won't be saved by the handsome, kind Perseus and live out my life on some island with our nine children. I'll be left to carry on the family legacy with someone, anyone. A man who fits the bill of "handsome" but not gentle or kind. Not someone who wants my heart, but someone who wants my body, and I won't have any say over this. I won't have a say because my depression has my chained to a rock. I am unable to free myself or speak to myself.
If I were a constellation. I would be Andromeda, the chained maiden.
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My Collection of Prompts
RandomTo get back on track with my writing I've decided to start doing a writing prompt daily. Some will be longer and some may be a few words. Seems like a fun time and may help inspire other so, why not publish them?
