Azra;
I've never heard of it before.
Never seen it anywhere either.
That crushing crippling feeling so deep in the bottom of your heart, it starts to feel like it just might explode if it lasts another second and yet you have carried it all your life.
That's what I feel each time I look at Mirelah.
Hate.
Pure, raw, undiluted, unscrupulous hate.
I never knew it was possible to hate someone so much.
Worse, that she's my own blood.
It goes against every moral, right? The urge to see one of your own and desire more than anything to rip life from them.
I want to burn her, and listen to her scream till her lungs erupt. Then I'll trample on her ashes and cast them to the sea. So no one ever knows she existed.
I wish she had never been born.
I curse my mother every day for birthing her. All Mirelah has ever done since she's been born is take from me.
Take.
Take.
Take.
And everybody just gives to her like she was born to be in the spotlight.
