Title: Strange Fire
Genre: YA Fantasy
Word Count: 104,000
The Story of Florence Vaine
I was born to be a victim.
I was born to be weak. I was born to be abused. I was born to be a prisoner. I was born to gaze at my shoes and not be able to get the words out. I was born to be dragged up instead of brought. I was born to kill my mother in the process of being born. I was born to be the target of my father's hate. But still, I was born. Doesn't everything that is born deserve to live?
The one daisy growing on the patch of grass outside of my grandmother's doorstep indicates the truth. Everything that is born does deserve to live, but that doesn't mean that these things that are born are going to get what they deserve. Because I am sitting on the step and looking at the daisy, just as my father storms out of the house and stamps the defenceless little flower into the ground. Crushing living things seems to be his speciality. Or maybe just poisoning them slowly.
I barely know my grandmother, and yet he is abandoning me here because he doesn't have time for me anymore. I should feel liberated. But I don't. I must have become institutionalised by his brutality somewhere along the way. How could it be possible to be sad about getting away from a tyrant? I am being freed by a cruel and evil dictator, and yet, I feel let down.