We first met years ago. About fifteen to be exact. I was much too young to properly express how much I loathed you. You were under the impression that I didn’t notice who you truly were. That the potion you drank to make everything better actually worked. But it didn’t. Rather than bring back Dr. Jeckyll, the potion fed the monster you are.
It took a near-death experience, but he learned to live without the potion, and I got used to having Dr. Jeckyll back. He kept you away for fifteen years. One night of temptation and you returned just like that. Dr. Jeckyll would never lay a hand on me, but you…you don’t care. I’m your daughter, but I’m not as important as that potion. You still think it makes everything better. You still think Dr. Jeckyll is there. But when you’re around, he’s nowhere to be found. I fear you will never go away. Even worse, I fear you will be the death of him.
No matter what I do or where I go, you will always haunt me. I will never be able to be around anyone who drinks the same potion you do without expecting them to turn into a monster. And I will always cringe at the slightest raise of someone’s voice in anger whether it’s aimed at me or not. I will always think negatively of myself because of what you’ve implanted into my mind. After all, they always say the potion brings out your truest thoughts.
For as long as you live, I will forever worry and wonder if he’s okay. Even after separating myself from both of you. I will always wonder if he’ll be found passed out at the wheel of the car, or in an accident that either kills him or those in the car he collided with (or both). And I will always wonder if your big mouth caused someone to plunge a blade into his body or shoot a bullet into his skull. I will always question why it had to be Jeckyll. I will always question why you had to return and ruin what he built for himself.
He will never understand just what you do to him. He will never truly know the monster you turn him into. And he will continue to make empty apologies and promises, all because he does not know you like I do. He will continue to believe that you are here to help. That you are the one that will solve everything.
And he will always trust you over his baby girl, so long as he allows you to exist.
