For a while, I was happy. So happy that I forgot how shitty this world tends to be. The only thing that matters, the only thing that has ever mattered is power. From the moment you are conceived, your place has already been set. And unfortunately for me, it seems my place was never meant to be high. Regardless of that fact, I had survived. Barely scraping through life was the best of my accomplishments and with the amount of power I had, I was pretty damn proud of it. Looking back on those years, I was filled with so much pain and hate that I still can't fathom how the hell I got over it. At some point, I actually gave up. I planned to take the route that so many others have taken before. I just wanted it all to end and I thought maybe, just maybe, after I was gone I would finally find the peace that I craved in the afterlife. No one would have missed me, no one would feel any pain from my absence. My own family kicked me out because my power level brought shame upon their name, fucking assholes.

Alas, my plans for eternal bliss were ruined when I met him. He showed me that perhaps there was more to the world than just power levels and strength. He made me believe that I could find happiness regardless of how weak I was. He always said, 

“look on the bright side, trust me it makes all the horrible things seem more tolerable”. 

I always thought he was spouting out bullshit, coming from someone blessed with the power level he had, life must have been a breeze for him. He had no right to tell me how I should view the world. At least that's what I thought. But you know what, he was kinda right, the years I had with him were the happiest that I’ve ever experienced. And just when I thought it couldn't get better, I found out I was with child. The ecstasy I felt at that moment was beyond anything I could ever imagine experiencing. 

Unfortunately, at that point it seemed life had run out of goodwill towards me. First, taking away the first person I’ve ever loved. Losing him almost sent me spiraling back to my old beliefs. My thoughts at the time ran rampant;

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“Did I really deserve this ?” 

“He wasn't even able to see the beautiful child we brought into this world.” 

Regardless, I persevered, I had to. I wasn't living just for myself anymore. I had a beautiful child to protect, to care for, to love. And I would never disrespect my lover’s memory by reverting to the world hating bitch I once was. And honestly, our child probably did more for me than I for him. He kept me sane, he kept me optimistic and he kept me happy. Now, it seems even that has come to an end. The world has yet again decided to take my beautiful baby boy away from me too, all becuase of that fucking mark on his arm. But this time I fought. I fought harder than I ever had before for the person I loved the most.I was tired of just sitting back and letting the world treat me like it’s bitch. This time I had to fight, even if I ended up losing, at least I was able to do some damage. Those bastards will definitely remember the consequences of trying to fuck with my family. 

As a result of our battle, the house we built in the middle of nowhere was absolutely decimated, the once beautiful forest surrounding us was now a barren wasteland in which I lay. Damn, I didn't even know I could do half the shit I did, I’m actually kinda proud of myself for the destruction I wrought. Probably would have won too if I wasn't literally stabbed in the back (sneaky assholes). However, as I lay here in a pool of my own blood, watching with blurred vision as they carry off my son to places unknown, I can only cry and request one thing of him.

Survive.

When the world throws you in some type of bullshit situation, I want you to persevere. Be the one to finally conquer the world that I and your father fell prey to. Maybe you could also find someone that makes you believe that power isn't the most important thing in the world. 

My time here has sadly come to an end. It’s time I joined your idiot of a father in the afterlife. My only regret is that I wasn't able to watch you grow into the amazing man I know you were born to be. I love you Damon and I'm sorry I wont be there for you. 

With that last thought, she closed her eyes, drifting off into the abyss with a peaceful smile on her face as she passed away under the light of the beautiful full moon.