I should probably start with the blood.
I am girl of definitions, of logic, of black and white.Remember this.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Maybe I'd always been broken and dark inside.
They murdered him.
Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
All I was trying to do when they caught me was bury my mother in an unmarked grave.
There was a ticking time bomb inside my head and the one person I trusted to go in and get it out hadn’t shown up or spoken to me for more than a year.