Like daughter, like father.

She remember how they said it staring into her eyes, lines of vision slashing her existence into negligible pieces. You've been poisoned just as the ones who love you are cursed. Cursed with the fact that you will be forever tormenting them with your own viciousness.

Aren't you disgusted with yourself? You leech, you little blood-sucker that drains out all forms of patience and goodness.

And you are just like him. Not just looks but your rotten insides as well. That Lecherous. Ungrateful. Bastard. You've stuck to your root well.

She covered her ears and pulled her lips open. The expected shriek didn't come - instead, she found herself slouched upon the toilet seat, gasping for breathe as if each one would be her last.She vomited dryly; her organs contorted, turning inside out. The tingle in her ear drummed on like small cracks ripping through the eardrum.

How can you "enjoy life like it's the last day", when you know for sure that it'll drag on with pain, torturing you for God-knows how long?

And that was the last words running across her head before she gave herself in to the tangible darkness.