Here I go!
Rosaaaa, are you in there? Time to wake up now. Hey! Rosa. Wake up. You don't want Daddy to hit you again do you? Cause he will if you don't wake up. ROSA! Pathetic waste of space. Why couldn't it have been a boy instead, I could have taken him hunting, but no, I get stuck with a bed-ridden waste of money like YOU! You're nothing special, I didn't feel anything when you were born. Your mother held you and made noises like an idiot, I would have had rid of you right there. Nothing but a waste of time and effort, who the hell would pass on our name! Not you, no, I needed a son. A SON!
Rosa held her throbbing head and moaned loudly, the sheer magnitude and density of her collected energy making it visible. It's purple, spec-like body gathering and spinning around her until it formed a solid sphere, enveloping her in a violet prison. The images flashed and flickered like broken lights, Rosa's mind sifting through painful memories, trying to recover pieces of her broken self. Her hands began to pulse with purple colour, burning her. The more she dug, the worse it got. The dark whisps danced from her hands and into the air, vanishing at the same point every time. The dull purple suddenly burst into a vibrant pink, the seering pain becoming even more intense, as another memory broke the skin.
Look Rosa, a lily, aren't they your favourite? Here, take it and put it in a vase, take good care of it, a flower is only as beautiful as the person who looks after it. That's why they're so nice, nature has been looking after it for now, she's good at looking after things, but now you're looking after it. Go, make sure you give it some water. I'm going to come in later and check that dinner isn't burnt, go and do some colouring.
"I looked after the lily! Why did it die?! Why?! Why was Mummy so upset! What did I do wrong! I gave it water, and food, and...and...I did everything right! I love lilies, why did it wither? Why did it's petals turn brown? Am I not kind, a flower is only as good as those who look after it, isn't that right? Am I a terrible person?"
Oh! Rosa! What did you do to the flower? Why is it all droopy and sad? Did you give it water? Did you give it some food? I told you to take care of i-...Did Daddy do this sweetheart? Do you want me to go and have a talk with Daddy. You just stay here, have some chocolate, and put on that show you like to watch, you know, the one with the puppets. I'll be back in a second.
Rosa's voice changed. The timid, angelic voice of a frail and lost girl turned into a growl, the growl of a scorned, devilish woman. Her hands lit up like magnesium, a blinding, red light pouring from her palm. The pain was intense, but her grotesque rage made it an irritance rather than agony. Rosa yelled towards the ceiling, unwillingly infusing her powers. The roof blasted into the sky, chunks of debris clattering down onto the street. A column of light from the sun illuminated her where she stood, a natural spotlight.
"Daddy...did want me. That's it, that's why the flower died...he did it, he did it go get at me, to upset me, to make Mummy cry! He did it to fight with us, he did it because he wanted out, you hear that Mummy, Daddy didn't want us, he despised us, DADDY DOESN'T WANT ME!"
The growl turned into a roar towards the closing part of her sentence. She started to chant. Her burning hands swayed, one to the left, one to the right. Her fists clenched, the sphere around her burning bright red. She unfolded her fingers quickly, the collected energies expelled at a speed faster than the eye could trace. Everything in the path of the ever-expanding sphere was crushed and destroyed. A 3 foot deep crater lay beneath Rosa. The building she was standing in was now a pile of rubble, and a small expanse of the sidewalk was broken too. Having spent herself, she collapsed, falling into the crater.
Mommy...do you love me Mommy? Does Daddy love me too?
