"Wrong!!! Wrong wrong wrong!!! You'll never amount to anything in this world!!! You will never live up to the schnee name!!! And you will never be my daughter!!!"

Weiss opened her eyes and sits up in her bed in a state of shock and fear. Her breath at a rapid pace, she frantically looked around to make sure she was in her room, then, she rubs her eyes to make sure she wasn't still in her horrid nightmare. she stands up, breathing ragged due to her sadness, beside the bed, in the dead of night, and wipes the tears out of her eyes. Her tail sinking to the floor. She glances at her alarm clock positioned on top of her bedside dresser. 12:30 am... Saturday. Tears still running down her face, she looks at some of the decorations on her walls, a picture of the whole family outside on the front lawn of the manor, a picture of her on her 6th birthday, and a poster she recently put up of the achive men (she was really getting into their music lately).

For the fifth time this month, she has been awakened with visions of her father disowning her and berating her for what she was...a freak...a monster...a disgusting stain on the schnee name. Her eyes well up again with tears as she remembers the constant abuse from her father. She covers her eyes with her hands and quickly walks nto her personal bathroom, turning on the lights and shutting the door behind her. She removes her hands from her face and deeply stares at her reflection in the mirror. All she saw staring back at her was her father staring back at her, a disappointed look on his face. Tired of seeing her father in that state of mind, she decided to do something drastic.

Without thinking properly, she quickly makes her way back into her room and lifted the sheets up that were dangling off of the side of her bed and pulled out a small brown box, due to her rapier being stored in the training room she stole one of the chef's biggest, serrated, and dangerous looking knives, and kept it in her room in case someone broke in, unlikely as it may be. Clutching the knife tightly in her hands she reaches around and grabs her tail...the reason for her father's disgust of her, the reason for all of her pain and suffering she faced in her life so far. She grips her tail and pulls as much of it as she could around to the front of her and holds the knife against it. She hesitates for a moment as a voice inside her head told her to stop, that this wouldn't fix anything. But a second voice encouraged her to do it, that everything would be better without that revolting tail of hers. Even though she couldn't cut the whole thing off, it would be a decent start, She ignores the first voice, the voice of reason, and proceeds to listen to the second voice and cuts straight through it. And all that was heard was an ear-splitting scream that, due to the size of schnee manor, was only heard by one person that actually cared for her...

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