Hello all!! This is just something that came to me as I was dealing with some writers block. It's based off of a post I had seen on Instagram.

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Maybe if I hadn't been so young, I could've done something about it, but that's all regret is isn't it? Hoping, wondering, fearing, worrying about the days before, the things that can't be changed. Knowing the truth about it though doesn't change the fact that I am still plagued by the memory of regret.

Perhaps with more muscles and more experienced firebending I could have taken him, my father. Then again, maybe not. Maybe he would have done to me what he did to her.

There wasn't a week that went by where at least one day I held her until she went to sleep. Far too many times, I stayed by her side the entire night only to have her reject me in the morning, choosing to pretend a problem that existed didn't exist.

Her young mind didn't know how to process the anger my father displayed toward her. She didn't know what to think when fire was flung at her and who could blame her? I'm sure if it were me he was tormenting, things might be a little different. He probably wouldn't have held back the way he did with her, the scar on my face proof of that.

I remember she would shake so badly sometimes, that she wouldn't even notice me holding her. It was during that time all I could hear was the words she was whispering to herself over and over, those painful words.

"He still loves me, I know he still loves me."

It made me so sick to think that she could still want his approval, despite the life she was made to live. The scars on her lithe body, the look of fear and terror in the eyes of a little girl who could incinerate any living thing with just a thought.

She was always violent toward me, destructive in the palace, and even manipulative to her friends and those things made her a monster. But every single time my mother had to tend to the burns on Azula's body that we all shared, everytime she was forced to wear long sleeves to hide the scars, every time she ran to her room crying from the pain, I remembered there was a bigger monster under our roof.

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That was really dark and kind of depressing. Basically, Ozai abused his family and Azula got theworst of it because he cared the most about her being perfect. I'm doing a drabble series for this so if you guys have any ideas, PM me.

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