Not the mage. Not my family. No one. 

The eoince is determined to make me his.

I hate it. 

I hate being here. 

I hate being locked up as if I'm a prisoner. 

I hate getting permission just to get out and have fun outside. 

I hate that man.

That obsessive, dulusional man. 

Why doesn't everything go my way? 

Why do they keep saving me from death.

I never asked them to.

Please,

Please,

Please,

PLEASE,

Just let me rest from this hell.