Prologue
Prologue:
My mother had condemned me to a life of suffering, with every choice she made before I was even a thought- she had sealed my fate. I am not my mother; they do not grasp that however as I am no more than her reflection in a mirror. I am a clone of her- I do not know her- I know of her.
I read the stories and saw the news, my aunt told stories of who she was and what she did. I have not met my mother, she does not know me either, she knows of me; I am a ghost of the past that she insists upon living in. I tried so hard to be what I knew she could not be, yet I find myself in the same shoes that she was in. I am not a person, not human enough, I am no more than a monster hiding beneath a cloak of flesh wishing to be all that I couldn’t.
Wise beyond my years, grasping at all the knowledge that is shoved my way- consumed by greed that I am unable to comprehend. Demanding the best of myself and bleeding down to the bone to achieve what I decide I should be able to. I am a fantasy in my own mind, I know not of what I am meant to truly be, the reflection in the mirror only glares, snarls, and laughs at me. I find myself unable to hold her gaze.
She is not me; she is what I believe my mother would want me to be. A monster. At eleven years old, I have come to terms with the fact that I will never be able to outrun the shadow that my mother has cast upon my life. I run and hide and beg and yet I am no further from her shadow than I was when I started moving. I did not think for a moment however that the only way to escape her would be to embrace what she is and what I am not.
I am eleven- not a genius, or rather I was eleven. I was eleven, I was eight, I was four, but now I am silence- I am darkness, I am nothing at all. But for even a moment I like to believe that I was something. Perhaps I was nothing at all, no one would remember me, no one would know what I had done. However, this is not where my story begins- my story actually begins many years ago.
(*que Hercules music*)
"As daughters they were both born into duty, consumed by the needs and wills of those around them. They lived similar lives- yet they were so different." – From ‘Mothers and daughters.’ (A fic that I have yet to post.)