You were the one to hold my hand when I learned to walk. The ignorant child toddling along the side of her strangely large hive. The lusus that would stand near me and point at the constellations. Teaching me my place in the hemospectrum. I remember when you stopped being able to take care of me, age had finally overtaken your form, now you could only teach me one last thing. How to kill.
This time instead of the loving words in my dreams, the gentle prod as I worked to memorize the stars . It was hunger, you were always hungry. I was forgotten, perhaps better. I was never on the menu.
You always the carnivore needed young troll meat. I had to carry the dead bodies of the unfortunate babies to your lair because you had lost all ability to move around the hive. Not that it mattered since I was a blue blood... We were allowed to dispose of low bloods. She had sat there on her web when I had to leave my kismesis. My moirail stopped talking to me, all of the shenanigans that happened. Loosing my arm and eye. Then you were crushed in the explosion. By my hand you had to die.
All that you had taught me? How did that help me? I hated you so much for what I needed to do to keep your fat carcass breathing. I hated you! Why did you chose to raise me when you had other things you could have done? You raised me... You made me into a strong person. By how you raised me I was able to meet so many cool people, the human John... I wish he had actually been able to meet me. I wish I had been more careful with my relationships. I know you made mistakes but I made ones too.
I can not blame you anymore for who I am. After all we do share the same fate, I can only stare out at the blank world with dead eyes. Its not your fault... and I wish you were still here.
...
Just another drabble about Vriska.
Comment and Crit?