Note: I wrote this months ago, for a short homework essay in English Lit. I've only now decided to upload it because I'm bored - and I only just found it again. Let me know what you think?
There she is. That woman. If I don't do something, she's going to kill Maya. I can't let that happen. Not again. I wasn't there to save Mia but maybe her sister's life can be my second chance? I am risking Maya's life, but I need this. If I'm ever going to forgive myself for what happened to Mia...I have to save Maya. It's the only way.
I could have stopped it from coming this far but I didn't – and I know why I didn't: because I'm selfish. Because the only person who matters to me now, is me. I've got to go after her, stop her. Maya will die if I don't. I can't let history repeat itself. Another Fey sister dead because of me. I'm not sure I can live with such an elevated burden.
The night air combined with the snow all around makes for a cold atmosphere and my hands seem to be frozen around the sword. Her face becomes illuminated in a patch of moonlight. I exhale quietly and my breath comes out in white, misty swirls. Dahlia Hawthorne, the woman who stole everything from me: my sight, my life and my love.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I'm aware that it's not really her; Dahlia was executed years ago. Her spirit is only being channelled. It's not her body. But it is her mind. Even after death her twisted mentality is still intact.
The rage that has been building up inside me for six gruelling years boils over at this crucial moment. There's nothing I can do to prevent or control it. I hate this woman. With every fibre of my being that I could possibly have, I hate her. Hate her for everything she's done, everything she's taken away from me.
She's never lost anything. She's never loved anyone enough for her to risk getting hurt. That woman ripped out my heart. I've moulded a whole new identity and still the pain cut deeply into my soul remains. It hurts so profoundly to live yet another day while Mia cannot. I want justice for how I feel – no, I want revenge.
I raise the sword and swiftly swipe it through the air.