selene stannis | one | cb2

Always told you not to love me
Now look what you made me do
I got poison in my pocket,
told you I was bad news

Daylight; you've missed it. You've been living in the shadows of your family's secrets for so long that you've forgotten how nice the sun feels on your skin.

"You think it's easy? You think the good things we've gotten have come to us free?" Your father didn't bother with words unless he was using them as weapons.

"You didn't mind when we bought you the new clothes, did you? You certainly didn't mind when we got you into Kingswood! And don't bother saying you got in on your own merit because you know better."

It was your fault; that's what he wanted you to think. You were guilty, too. You were a part of it.

When they came for them, cashmere sweaters and oil-painted hallways, it seemed so foreign. Unreal. You cried, then you grew. You improved in school because it didn't matter if he would ever hear it from within the Detention Center. You needed to prove him wrong.

You stepped out of that shadow and it was terrifying.

But you have the sun again. And that, dear Selene, you did all on your own.

My demeanor made you wait,
but the consequences stayed
I killed everything we were
Baby, murder was a case

song: 27 hours