"Forbidden; define it, live by it, and never forget it."
A frequent phrase she was expected to live by, permission was required for everything regarding it, while her siblings were carefree and alone. She will never be truly alone, especially with her growing up in such an unusual household. "The Parents" or "TP", she refers to them as, since they treat her as less than a person, let alone their daughter. Her siblings have names, but she usually refers to them as "Cerberus" or "Ceb", the three-headed pet from Hell. Separately, she calls them only by the first letter of their birth name.
Her perception of the world was skewed in numerous ways, thanks to the works of "TP". Never allowed to have friends, she came up with them in her head, naming them accordingly with her moods. The threat of having a friendship with another was too great for TP to handle, too much freedom that was not earned. She never earns freedom, no matter how well behaved or exceptional she performs her daily tasks. She always lost in the eyes of TP, whom then further her restrictions as a "lesson".
She knew better than to react harshly towards the particular lessons she faced, she knew pain and scarring would follow her "disobedience" or "free-thinking". In a perfect world she would live without a care in the world, with a spouse and two children, something to look forward to. Maybe, that world isn't as far away as she thought, but for now, she is forbidden.
The world expected her to be perfect.
She was the eldest, the responsible one, the overachiever who always had the answers. But beneath the polished grades and the forced smiles was a girl who barely held herself together. A girl with too many expectations crushing her chest, with anger simmering just beneath the surface, with a loneliness that no one ever noticed.
Her mother barely acknowledged her existence. Her father, from miles away, drowned her in concern she didn't know how to handle. And in between, she was left to figure everything out on her own.
At school, she was untouchable-the top student, the girl who never failed, the one who always had her hand raised first. People admired her, envied her, but none of them really knew her. Not the way she knew them.
She had a habit of reading people, of dissecting their words, their actions, their lies. It was easier that way-keeping them at arm's length, never letting anyone too close.
And then there was him.
The boy who was just as smart, just as untouchable. The one who walked the halls like he owned them, like the world bent to his control. Cold, calculating, always five steps ahead.
The boy who hated losing.
And so did she.
That was the problem.
Because when you put fire and ice together, someone was bound to get burned.
And she refused to be the one left in ashes.