Humans have a tendency of asking too many questions.
They ask me the reason for my bitterness? And I disregard their questions like they aren't worth answering.
They are.
To me, everything human is worth a lot.
But I still do not answer them.
Why?
Because it hurts. Every time I think about something human, it hurts. Why won't it? My humanity was taken from me. I didn't get an option. My whole existence, yes, existence, not life because vampires just exist, do not live, was poisoned with a bitter future when they tossed me on the road to die.
Yes, I was rescued but was it worth it? It would seem cruel of me to say no when I have got such a loving family but it is the truth.
My rescue was cruel to me and those near me. For who would be sinful enough to deserve to live with a bitter harpy like me. And even a sinful human like me didn't deserve to become such a flawed, flawed creature.
My existence was poisoned the very day my father decided to marry me to Royce King. It was again poisoned when I was changed into a bloodsucking monster. It is still poisoned everyday as I see my last grip of my humanity slip away and everday changes me into more and more of a monster.
