Little Hellion

“Mum always said I was her little hellion. I’m still that. Just not a little” Soft, Delicate, and bold when challenged Esmé Bernard, even though the prettiest soul one could ever find, suffers from family issues that are higher than Mount Everest itself. And she put on a mask. The one that every person likes to see. A happy one. The always smiling and shining one. The one that helps her to hide her true emotions, her façade behind it. The one that makes her the golden girl she was once. But there’s a monster that lurks inside her. In this story, she is, as you may call her, a woman who knows her way with knives. It’s raining blood whenever she makes a strike.