A/N: My first piece of fan fiction that is not Revolutionary Girl Utena. RxR, if you please.
I don't like her. From the moment Tam more or less drags her through the door, I don't like her. This is what we are reduced to? This is our hope? A starved human girl, desperate from all that life has sucked out of her, with hate in the darkness of her eyes, the bitterness in her stride, the stubbornness in her mouth. I play with her, trying to get a reaction. Volatile. I hate her.
She begins to cave, after what seems like forever. Subscribing so stupidly to the mask of carefully crafted tales we tell. The fool when she realizes that fae can lie. If she only she knew how dearly we wish we could tell the truth. Tam puts up a front for her everyday, trying to seem flawless and perfect. Feyre. Feyre, she latches on to the facade, so well Tamlin might as well be Her himself.
That's why I hate her, you see. Because in her trapped, abused self, I can only see my own reflection. It is the second trial. We are on either side of the grating, and her hand hesitates on a lever that could doom us or save us. She pulls.