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She’s long since moved away from the mirror and the vile reflection within, but distance does nothing to discourage the voice ringing in her head.
“They don’t care,” it spits; it sounds like her father now having moved on from Dana, her mother, and Terry. “They abandon you, they toss you aside until having you around suits them.”
Her phone begins to buzz, illuminating the dark room and the devastation within (it’s been a busy evening) and it’s Terry, who never just calls to talk anymore because no one wants little orphan genius Max around unless she’s doing favors and running errands for them.
“It’s time,” Max murmurs -as her new ring bathes her face in a sick red light- “to show them what I can really do.”