Rebirth of the Unwanted Daughter
“When I was fifteen, I never begged any of you to stop being so heartless. So now, you shouldn’t beg me to stop either.”
That was my answer.
Shane froze, his head dropping as the last trace of energy drained from him.
And I, stepping into the calm night under the lazy glow of the city, walked away humming softly, my heels clicking against the pavement.
The girl who had once lain broken in a pool of blood no longer needed anyone’s love.
She had picked herself up, brushed herself off, smiled proudly, and learned to love herself instead.