(thus far I am inundated of grief )

          Family is hard. (joyful memories are hard to recall) It is understandable; the concept of being involved in one. Even so, why not have rules, perhaps a book. (A book not yet tainted in traditions) A brown book, its spine chiseled with pluck sediments of gold. Gold warped into pure shape. The crest of the family embroidered in the left corner of the handmade parchment. Each page representing love; love not yet related and perceived as shame. The type of love only parental figures can and ought to bestow for. Is the concept to hard to come forth to? Should there be an argumentative relationship just because of curious tendencies? An idea? An idea. Just a childishly proposal. A proposal made by a child of only just turned ten years of age. Love is so despised in the family that even the dog barks with the hint of fleer.

I, AND MY PLAGUED HANDS
AND THEY [...] afraid of impurity?

Dear,

My blood is tainted (from my father, from his father, and from his father) and from so on. I am impure, I am afraid of impurity. My blood is a scab not being able to rid of. I pick and pick at the scab yet it only seeps betwixt my fingers. My frail dirt stained fingers. Disgusting, grotesque my bloodline was. It only filled with impure parasites wanting to claw its way through your most thin injuries. Who am I to blame if my blood itself is not pure, the irony of hating it even though I myself am impure. Who am I to blame? Who can I blame? Maybe my father (maybe his father, maybe the father from his father) I am not grief I am not pure. I am just here, between the hatred of impurity and purest. Perhaps the sheep is most keen of hatred. The wolf might've thought of it first yet it takes to exertion to cease the sheep. Ironic for it to be the wolf be slaughtered by the impure sheep. Heritage is hard to utter when your blood was already tainted without candor. [PROCLAMATION] Do not try to find me. Do not care for me. Do not carry empathy for me. I am not deserving of it. To you dear family, leave me in solitude as I was the one to search for it.

[TAPE ENDS WITH HESITATION]

✴️🐞 Yikes. This story is going to be a roller coaster.
Family relationships can be so hard to manage when even they hate and despise their own blood. I already planned out their family tree and I am so excited to be able to info dump at least every single chapter of this book. And yes, this book is a fanfic for Fantastic beast movies as I like the time setting. After rewatching the movies I was really excited to just write away my ideas for a fanfic filled of heartbreak, sibling angst, and family conflict instead of just focusing on just romance. There will be family drama, family battles, family arguments and everything that involves the five protagonist of this tragic Shakespeare like story. The pain and suffering will be inflicted on each of the siblings. I am so excited for that! I live for the angst between siblings and overall just family. The closer you are to the person the more it hurts. The closer the sadder their deaths and their departure. This story focuses heavily on mental and physical abused as well as torment (you will find out when I write)

✴️🐞 Everything I write is solely fictional.