This is just an angst idea I got for Azula.


My eyes dart wildly around, staring across the dark room. I'm chained to the wall, but lying on a makeshift bed- out of emhay/em like I was some animal-em /emon the ground. Because, apparently, I could roll off and hurt myself if I was on a cot. The guards don't want the little princess doing something like that, now do they? Neither does Zu-Zu. No, Zu-Zu wants to watch me be on the ground and be emweak/em like he was. They all emwant /emme to suffer and they emwant/em me to pay for all I've done. They want me to learn my lesson. But I won't. There's no lesson to learn. I didn't do anything wrong.

I never do anything wrong. I'm daddy's little princess, and I get everything and anything I want. Including the privilege of always being right.

Well, I get everything except for one thing. My mother's love. All of that is reserved for Zuko, and there is none left for me. My mom thought I was a monster. My mom thinks I emam/em a monster. But I'm not any monster! And if I somehow am, it's her fault for paying more attention to Zu-Zu then she did to me!

It's not my fault nor father's fault! It's her fault and her fault only! If my mom even showed me the tiniest amount of love, this never would have happened. I'd be in the palace, sitting on the throne, but with Zuko in the dungeon and getting more scars.

My eye twitches. It would all be perfect. I wouldn't be told what to do. I wouldn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. Anything would be better than this stupid life of everyone watching me suffer of looking at me with pity.

I don't want to suffer. I don't want to be Zu-Zu's little mentally-ill puppet. I looked at the guard, and look over him for keys. There are none. The keys were probably put up somewhere, so I couldn't escape even if I beat the guard.

I glance at my chains, and try to rip them off again. The guard looks at me warily, ready to strike if necessary. I just scream profanity at him until my throat is raw.

Then, I cry. The guard looks away, and I see this as my chance. It's my chance to stop being everyone's puppet. I look at my hands, then at the wall. I run at the wall, and firebend using my feet so I hit the other wall. Just with my skull. Then, I'm barely standing.

The guard's trying to get to me, and I firebend using my feet so I hit the ceiling as hard as I can. I think one last thought. I'm better than all of them.

When I die, I smile at the sight of the blood before I pass out from the pain. Forever. Death is a nice escape from this stupid fate.


THIS ISN'T MY OPINION. It is AZULA'S opinion, so don't flame it! It is dark, I'll say that.