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~Lisa's POV
"If Father saw me like that…" I swallowed hard. "If he knew what I've become… maybe that's why he said I wasn't his blood."
The words came out as a tremble, not a thought.
Now I wasn't sure of anything.
I walked toward the old chair by the window and sat down, staring at the floor. "There must be something," I said out loud. "Something that can tell me who I am."
The silence that followed made me angry. I jumped up, pushing the chair aside. "There has to be something!" I yelled, kicking the chair leg. "I'm not a monster! I'm not!"
The echo of my voice filled the house, bounced off the walls, and came back at me like a whisper. Monster… monster… monster.
My knees went weak, and I sank to the floor, crying into my hands. "I'm not," I said again, softer this time. "I'm not…"
