Chapter 14

The bowstring creaked as I pulled it back, the arrow nocked and ready. With a sharp release, the arrow soared through the air, a physical manifestation of my anger and frustration. It struck with a force that felt as though it had pierced through the hearts of both my sister and mother. The aftermath was immediate. My mother’s face, etched with betrayal, and my sister’s silent tears, left no room for doubt—I had caused irreparable damage.

The next thing I knew, I was shoved into my tiny, dingy room, the door slamming shut behind me with a finality that echoed in the small space. I was locked inside, the familiar confinement of my punishment. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating me. I turned and slammed the door repeatedly, each bangs a desperate attempt to break free, to make them feel even a fraction of the pain that was tearing me apart inside. The sound reverberated through the house, a relentless rhythm that eventually faded as my energy waned.

Exhausted, I sank to the floor,