Blood began to flow from the fresh wound, staining her skin. The pain was sharp and immediate, but it was nothing compared to the emotional torment she had endured.
Eiravyne stared at the blood with a mix of defiance and despair.
As the crimson liquid dripped onto the floor, she felt a strange sense of power.
She had taken control, if only for a moment, refusing to let others dictate her fate. Her body trembled, not just from the physical pain, but from the intensity of her emotions.
As the sight of her own blood overwhelmed her, Eiravyne felt her knees buckle.
She sank to the ground, leaning against her bed, her eyes taking in the mess she had caused. A bitter smile formed on her lips.
"I guess... I should have done this sooner," she muttered to herself, her voice tinged with a mix of regret and defiance. "Right when I noticed that I was treated differently from my siblings…"
