Third Person P.O.V
Violet walked back inside their room and just sat on the bed. Burying her face on her knees. The tears would not stop flowing as the familiar feeling of betrayal set in. It didn't hurt when John started to ignore her for no apparent reason at all. But for Michael to side with the woman who has tormented their mother and left them to die by that bastard's hands made it feel as if she was all alone in the world.
She couldn't understand what she has been feeling for the past couple of days. No. Years. It was all still a bit of a fuzz in her head. Laying flat on the bed she looked up at the ceiling. The tears continued to flow dampening her top and pillow. Being pushed into all of this was making her feel as if everything was but a dream that she hasn't woken up yet. It doesn't feel real at all. The insanity, the killings, their family, being a princess, planning to be the queen of a race of man-eaters.
