Chapter 41. Death Will Be a Mercy

BELLADONNA

When Medea first came into our house, I didn't like her, but I didn't hate her either. I just felt nothing for her. In my head, she was just my father's toy, something that he brought to ease his grief. 

We were humans; we had to find a way to release our grief so it wouldn't suffocate us to death. My father found his, but he only added to mine. 

Medea was the extra weight added to my grief. 

She was all smiles at first, but when she saw all I had, the jealousy started growing and she showed her sharp teeth and claws. 

That was when she started pulling my father away, and my father, with his head up in the clouds didn't notice until it was too late. He didn't notice until there was a vast space separating us, a space that till this day hasn't been filled.

When he realized and tried to fix our relationship, I had already built a wall around myself, a wall to protect me from the outside world, a wall nobody could break