Come On, Princess

I shivered uncontrollably, despite the afghan I clutched around my shoulders. The setting sun cast dramatic colors of warmth through my window, but I couldn’t shake the taint of Hell under my skin. I closed my eyes, trying to find the golden spark and coax it back to life. I didn’t know what it was, but I needed it, needed something to survive this place and the outrageous demands of my father.

I didn’t know what I was - but a murderer? Because that’s what Father expected - for me to help Miriam make that final leap from life to death. Scratch that. Not just any death, but an eternity of desperation and need.

Shouldn’t it feel right, if this was my destiny?

I doubted I would ever solve the mystery of myself, the impossibility of the warmth that hid inside, my need to resist the demon that pressed my limits and threatened to burst forth.