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I Didn't Mean To (Marguerite Backstory)

Warning: Child abuse, fire, blood, death, pain, sadness, uncontrolled power, panic attacks, bullying, foster care system, and implied mass murder.

This may be heavy for some readers, so please be cautious if you want to read it.

This has a switch from 1st Person to 2nd Person near the end.

"I don't know very much about my parents. When I was little, my mother was regarded as a lovely and sophisticated woman. My father was a powerful yet mysterious man... However, I've never actually met them. I'm not sure if they died or simply decided they didn't want me anymore. I was a child who was moved from one foster family to another. Many of my foster parents returned me, claiming I was "too difficult" and "dangerous".

Regardless of what happened, my social worker would always remind me there was nothing wrong with me. My magic and lack of control are typical for a child my age. She was the only person who understood me. I didn't intend to be a nuisance or a threat…. I was simply unable to manage my magic. I was a child; how could I know?

When I met my next foster family, I assumed everything would be the same as before, but I was mistaken. My foster mother was a lovely older woman who gladly took me in. She wasn't a monster, just a human woman who believed my lack of magical control just needed a bit of patience. She never treated me like a monster for it. I genuinely adored her…

But then the other kids learned about what I am, what I could do...And as they say, kids can be cruel. I was going home that day, I didn't know what they wanted.

"Is it true you killed your parents with your fire?" "Wow, a monster walking among us! The horror!" "You're not going to kill us too, are you?"

I was a child and could not grasp these queries. I didn't know what to do, so I ran home and into the arms of my foster mother. I was terrified, but they did not stop. My foster mother tried to stop them and did everything she could, but it simply made matters worse. When I retaliated in my defense, the situation became really heated.

"Y--you scratched me! Monster!" Following my defense against them, the boy shouted at me. They'd tugged my hair and horns, and it ached. I did not aim to hurt them.

"I'm- I'm sorry!" I had said. I was just a child, I didn't know and I didn't mean to. But they turned to their parents. Their parents disliked me as well; after all, hatred is hardly a natural emotion. They were determined to take action.

They stopped my foster mother and cornered me. I was a child, and I was defenseless against them. My foster mother pleaded to be spared, but I don't believe they listened.

"We should've never let you foster this monster anyway." One of them said anything.

"We should've done this a long time ago." Another had said as he raised a weapon and struck me. I don't recall exactly what happened; all I remember is the excruciating pain of getting smacked in the eye. I saw blood, and I couldn't open my eye because it stung so severely.

"Leave her alone! She's just a little girl!" My foster mother begged loudly. I looked at her, but then another attack came. I didn't have time to open my mouth as I felt more pain. I cried out in pain as my foster mother pleaded. I was in pain, so much pain. I was scared.

I didn't have time to think as my foster mother approached me, pulling me into her arms and attempting to comfort me. Telling me everything would be fine, I knew it was a lie, yet I felt so protected in her embrace…

Until I didn't.

I heard a hit followed by a thud. My foster mother lay bleeding on the ground near my feet. I couldn't determine if she was still alive. I was so afraid that I began to hyperventilate. I couldn't breathe and was so afraid that I kept apologizing for being born. I couldn't think, everything was whirling, and I was scared. I was so scared.

So the terror presented itself as a blazing fire that I had never seen before. I didn't have time to react; all I could hear was a chorus of cries, the sound of fire, and people fleeing, but only the screams. I kept apologizing; I was scared and didn't mean to. I could see the fire blazing and hear my foster mother trying to comfort me, but I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating or if she was actually saying it. All I remembered after was passing out from the pain and the smoke.

After that, I didn't know what happened. I was in the hospital, I was isolated in a wing. I didn't know if people had died, or if they had lived, but as soon as I could I ran. I couldn't face my social worker, I couldn't face my foster mother... I was a monster. I started picking up odd jobs and lying about my age to survive. All I remembered was the screams, the terror, and all the fire.

I wouldn't let anyone get too close to me, I couldn't. I was dangerous and erratic, and I didn't know how to control my fire. Of course, after years, I started teaching myself how to be a human, and how to not use my awful magic, and I blended right in. I was just another person who worked everywhere. No one knew what I was or who I was.

I met my ex-husband when I was 18, and we were married for a few years before we divorced. I never told him who I was, and I'm not sure I ever completely trusted him. That is on me. But I didn't want anyone to fear me again because of things I couldn't control.

After that, I met Tart. They were just a baby and my friend made me their godmother. I didn't know how to care for a baby, I was so scared that I'd hurt them. So I was a bit cautious with them until I learned how to be close and care for them like a mother should.

And that's how I'm here today. I'll never know what happened to the place I used to live or anything. Honestly, I barely remember what happened that night. All I know is that I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just didn't know how to control my magic.

Of course, that's one of many things I've dealt with, but those are all stories for another time~."

You blink carefully at Marguerite, who smiles at you. She pats your head and walks away. You stare at what you've written; a part of you wants to console her, but she appears fine now.

That's something for another time, I suppose. You still had a lot of questions about her. I mean, she was your friend. She was a single mother to a very sweet child, and you're sure they have lots of stories to tell at some point.

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