Capítulo 93: Chapter 93: Accepting Full Responsibility

Wilding Springs. My bedroom, pink fluffy pillows and sparkly chandelier and soft floof carpet and all. Seriously? How did I end up here, surrounded by the trinkets and important nothings of my youth when the world I knew was nothing compared to the person I'd become?

I paced my room, angry, only growing angrier. And no, not at Creator. This wasn't Trill's fault, not really. She made me for a necessity. I got that. If I was going to be totally honest? She didn't even make me. It was the Creator before her or maybe Dark Brother or even just the stupid split in the two Universes that turned good old Ethie Hayle, melancholy angst screw up into...

Yeah. Into this piece of work I stalked across the floor of a bedroom I barely recognized anymore.

No passing the buck, no whinging or why me-ing. My fault. Mine, me, accepting responsibility, raising my hand, taking on what had happened, agreeing to the awful yuckzilla that was the darkness inside me.