Lacy
I hated her. From her hair on her head to the ornaments on her neck, I despised her. I hated her pretty face, her pretty neck, her long fingers and her golden curls. I hated how she looked like a goddess, and had the nerve to act like one as well. The hate was like poison to my blood. It made me bleed silently, it coagulated the blood going to my brain, and hurt me only, never her.