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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇʀ ʟᴀᴅʏ, ᴏʀ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴅʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ--

this is not a revenge story.

i am not going to hunt down the people who killed my parents. there's no point in wasting my time on this earth with a singular goal in mind. i can't kill them and i know that.

it's not because i physically can't - i already have blood underneath my nails - but it's just that i know it won't solve anything. i could see the walls painted with their blood and it wouldn't bring my parents back.

i don't live in some ancient greek mythology. this is reality.

if i can't kill them, i will drive them mad with the fear that i will hunt them down.

i will make them see me in places where i haven't been. i will make them look over their shoulders. i will be the cause for their goosebumps and their racing heart beats. i will be the one who makes them question the line between reality and the nightmares that keep them up at night. insomnia is a bitch, isn't it? it makes you see things that only exist because your brain is so exhausted.

i love that for them. i love that for me. i don't even have to touch them and they are afraid of the idea of my hatred.

their fear will be so tangible that i'll feel it in my bones and thrive on it.

i can't wait to be the shadow in their footsteps and the heaviness in their mind when they are tossing and turning in their beds.

when you close your eyes and see me - like the deer woman - with hidden hooves and words like honey dripping off my tongue, you will fall into my trap and i will lead you to your own undoing. it won't be by my hand, but i will be pulling the strings.

and when you swallow the muzzle of the gun, shaking finger on the trigger, i hope the last thing you see is the smirk on my lips.

and when you cut your wrists and watch with wonder as the blood pours out, i hope you can envision the light in my eyes.

and when the pills make the world swirl: i hope you know i'm the one who's happiest.