DosaNoir
They say the moment you're born, your mind starts stitching the world together,thread by fragile thread. At first, it's all bright colors and safe corners, the kind of picture your parents paint for you. But paintings crack. And when they do, the truth bleeds through.
Parents are human, and humans... are dangerous. They hand you their reflection as if it's a gift, but it's just a mirror splintered by their own scars. What they call "values" might be nothing more than the bloodstains of the people who broke them.
The truth? None of us really know what we're doing. We pretend we're whole, when really we're just shattered glass walking on a floor already painted red. We're all just well-dressed psychos-smiling into broken mirrors, hoping no one notices the cracks
Born into beauty. Raised in privilege. Broken by betrayal.
At ten, her perfect world shattered-divorce, deceit, and death leaving scars deeper than anyone could see. Now, every heartbeat is a countdown, every glance a trap, and every promise a lie. In the game of revenge, she's no longer the victim... she's the blade.