Prologue
I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad
The craziest friend that you've ever had
You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone
Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong
Over the bend, entirely bonkers
You like me best when I'm off my rocker
Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed
So what if I'm crazy? The best people are
All the best people are crazy
All the best people are
― Melanie Martinez
They tell her of her mother, of her great power, of her loyalty to a cause that had lost. They talk of her fierceness, of her passion, and how it all came together to create one of the most powerful witches, and one all her enemies feared.
And she likes it.
She likes to hear the fear in strangers' voices. She likes to see strangers' faces twist into shock, horror, and fear.
The unruly black mane curls, her prominent and impressive cheekbones, her condescending smirk, alabaster pale skin, and her heavy-lidded eyelids, leaves no room guessing. They are immediately reminded of a certain brilliant madwoman who reveled in chaos.
She takes pride in the power of her Mother, in her surname, in her passion.
She takes pride in being Persephone Black. Daughter of a Mad woman.
They call her the “Mad witch's daughter” the “ Mad Black. “ And you know what? She doesn’t care. After all, all the best people are crazy.