{ Tragic Honesty }

Talk about one of your worst memories involving someone you love. – Abigail from @harriedwritings

Despite herself, Abigail finds her mind drawing forth the echoes of conversations never meant for her ears – the terrible, deafening realization that her father had built his legacy on a foundation of deception and unimaginable cruelty toward those he had called his friends. 

The moment that the veil between monsters in pamphlets and the demons of the real world, forever imprinted on her mind with the echo of a gunshot and the vivid recollection of unseeing eyes as a dark pool formed a wicked halo around the face of a woman who had dared voice her righteous anger. 

“When you form a world where heroes and monsters exist,” Her soft voice seemed tempered more than ever now, breathy with care over each affected syllable for no other reason than to ascertain she did not fall to pieces over her answer, “You create for yourself a pedestal. The day my father’s turned over, it was worse than rotten on the inside – it was coagulated with corpses and lies, and the true depths of him will haunt me so long as I live. All I can do, is hold on to the value of truth – a value instilled by him as surely as it was disregarded in his own dealings – and make of myself a better person than he ever was, for it.”