Today, my name is, Faye.
A year ago I found my body in the middle of ashes. As far as I could see, it was nothing other.
When my memory finally snapped back into place, I became furious. Not at the death of my mother,
neither at my father's. But at the death of my smaller brother, Issac.
I don't really care about my parents..
Mother and father had never decided weather or not they where going to be present in our lives
or not. There had been times, phases really, they they where far to present. Issac and I couldn't
breath without doing something wrong. But that would soon pass, never lasting more than a week at
The rest of the time they hardly ever spoke to us. So naturally Issac looked to me in the place of
mother. I cooked, I cleaned, I did every part of the mother role. I couldn't watch my brother suffer,
could I? When it came to him, you could look, but if you touch, I'll cut your motherfuckin' hand off.
Then we died, all of us. Mother, father, brother, and I. Dead.
So why am I alive? I don't know either. But I am. So while I am, I have made it my goal to avenge my
brother's death. So when I heard of a sword that granted eternal life until one completed their revenge,
I didn't stop until I found it. But when I found it, it was my surprise to discover that in order for the
sword to work, one must give it their soul.
I had come to far to turn back, to stop, or to quit.
The sword now possesses my soul. And now my greatest strength, is as well my weakness.
I can't be more than 10 feet away from it, less my body becomes dead until it is returned.
As well, when the sword is unsheathed, it consumes my mind and body. Taking control.
The next thing I know I have defeated my enemy.
My path will be a long and hard one, I know. But I won't stop.The only question is: Who will I meat along the way?
Don't let him fool you, Dear, I guarantee he doesn't care, nor did he actually ever love her. If he did he wouldn't have cheated soon after getting together. If he did he would have made a respectful woman out of her, but rather he made her another of his toys. I can't be there to warn people, though how I wish I could. He may look like the beautiful rose, but truly he is the thorn.
If he is actually upset over it, then he finally gets to feel the pain that I feel. The wounds that will never be healed. The place in this heart that will forever remain his. This is the pain he must now live with. He should have never started the relationship in the first place. He should have never taken her that day. He should have never kissed her that day. He should have never hurt me so badly. I find my soul still cries for him, even though my eyes never let the pain escape. I feel no sorrow for him. I hope he lives with the pain for the rest of his life. I hope it's worse than the pain I feel. I hope it happens to him for the remainder of his existence.