She would curse her inner light every morning. She radiated so feverishly that It was impossible not to notice her. She so much craved the ignorance of the people around her that it made her ache. Every time her parents sensed her presence she was put to some terrible task or simply beaten to help relieve their queasy souls. She was an only child and this fact was like a burning mark upon her mum and dad because try as they might they simply couldn’t not make another. Remembers overhearing them discussing throwing her away and cutting their losses when she was 6 months old. Instead they decided to simply take out their horrid lives upon her.  Her childhood was a rolling meadow of misery and labouring abuse. When she was 6 she read Cinderella and immediately hated the lucky bitch. It was the first and last fairy tale she subjected herself to.