Everything I touch turns to ashes. Why? For almost 500 years, I've been cursed. I know the fear everyone senses when they see me. I know why I can't make friends. I know why I've been trapped down here for as long as I can remember. I have been cursed.
I never asked for the power to destroy. I never asked if I wanted to have fun breaking things. What is wrong with me? Why do I have to be so different from everyone else? Someone who can destroy anything at will is no good. What is wrong with me?
If I was born a normal girl, I wouldn't have to deal with all of this fear. All of the fairy maids, the gatekeeper, the librarian, the chief maid, even my own sister, they all fear me. I don't want that. I know they care for me, but I also know that none of them feel safe in my company. And yet, I still ask why that is. I cannot accept the reasons right in front of me, even though that is the truth. All I want is to not live in fear, to be able to form true bonds.
Things could have been very different were I never able to wish something away by simply grasping it tightly enough with my own hands. I wouldn't have to worry about being governed by my anger. I've done things that I came to regret later. That's why I'm trapped down here.
I never wanted to live like this. I've always wanted to overcome my uncontrollable urge to destroy things. I've even tried to destroy myself with these hands. I cried myself to sleep when I discovered that I have to live with this curse until my life reaches a natural end.
Everyone sees me as that girl with an uncontrollable desire to destroy things. And, sadly, they're almost right. I do destroy things uncontrollably, but not out of malice. I've always hated the fact that I break things easily. And yet, I wonder why I have no friends outside the mansion.
If I was born without the power to destroy, nobody who lives in the mansion would look at me with fear or pity. I would be just like them. I would be able to step outside without worrying about my temper getting the best of me. I would be able to form relationships with those who don't live in the mansion. I don't want anyone's pity, it means nothing to me, pity is just a reminder that I'm not normal. It's only serves to remind me that I can't make any friends. They only see the dark side of me.
I've been trapped for almost my entire life. For the same reasons that I've been afraid to show myself even to those closest to me, everyone is afraid of my prescence. I want to be a normal, innocent girl. That's all I've ever truly wanted. Do I not deserve that?