i wish i didn't continuously stare at the same stars. as if one day, they'll move. maybe they do, and im too stubborn to be ok with that? just like im not ok with ana. it's not my name.

mum says i am whatever she calls me. but her strict rules don't make me less hungry.

my hunger grows on me like dad's tattoos scale his arms. he's wise like the sea, with his deep eyes. i know he sees through me. i know he knows.

he knows what i've done. and one day, this hunger inside me will send me off an unimaginably dark path.

but, im starving.

i wish i had siblings.

a little sister, to teach ballet, and a little brother, to race with against the tide.

but until then i will sit in my seaside room, waiting.

for what?

for the reckoning.

because i feel it.

someone knows what i've done.

-Anastasia