the girl left for school with unshed tears in her eyes, which had rose to surface to battle the harsh words her mother had flung at her.

she dimly wondered, not for the first time, what she was doing wrong. what heinous crime was she committing that had made her worthy of these words?

no, she though. this is not my fault. hatred blossomed in her, hatred for the family that had birthed her.

the thinly veiled words of jealousy, gifted to her by her siblings, ignited a flame of anger inside her. a flame that would never extinguish.

slowly but surely, she tried to break the tentative connections that had bound her to her family. they had been her first loves, the people she would still jump in front of the bullet to save - she wouldn't remember that these people had never understood her, had always valued another family member above her.

we're talking about the girl who loved so much, she couldn't break the bonds if she tried.