The girl struggled on the floor, groaning in pain as I stood,
watching. Today, like every day, I tried to help her succeed, I tried to help her be stronger, but never could, she never learned, she never got better, she just stayed the same old girl. "Pathetic, just like your father" I muttered, the young girl stood up with difficulty, clutching her side. Her light brown hair was short and ragged, her black corset tightly laced, and her black dress met her black high-heeled boots. "Don't...talk...about my father like...that" she said, her eyes meeting mine. I scoffed at the thought of her father,...