((Tw! Abuser’s side of abuse! Manipulation! Proceed with caution!!))

Estia, Estia, Estia, a name of pure pain.

Pity, pity, pity, something she does not gain.

Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, is all that she brings.

It’s not my fault, her heart will sing.

Parents, parents, parents, which shown no love.

How, how, how, was she to shove.

Her heart, her heart, her heart, into his hands.

When he had other plans.

A strike, a strike, a strike, across his cheek.

Was all, was all, was all that was needed for her to make him bleed.

His life, his life, his life, hung by a thread.

Aldrick wished she were dead.

And that was all she needed to learn.