Why? Why must I exist as this... thing? Why did you do this to me, Daddy? Why did you have to turn me into a monster? Why couldn't you just let me die?
I've been a good daughter, but you couldn't let me die, could you? You had to turn me into this... this... freak! Was it grief that drove you to do this, Daddy? Was it grief that you couldn't live without me like Mama after she died? Was that why you turned me into an abomination? I want to know, Daddy! Tell me. Why do you continue my existence?
I want to hate you, Dad. I want to watch you die in my grasp. I want you to die in the hands of the monster you created. But I can't. No matter how hard I try, I just can't hate you. I don't know if it's some kind of loyalty one would find in a dog, or if it's because you're still my father.
I can't speak in this form, but if I could, I know what I would ask you.
"Why did you do this to me? Why can't you let me remain dead? Do you have any idea what you've done?"
But I can't. No matter how hard I try, the words just don't come out. I want to die, Dad... and I want to stay dead.
Please, just offer me that chance. If you truly love me, let me rest in peace. That's all I want.
Please.