Woopse
There's a small girl standing at the top of the stairs. She's wearing a fine dress and her hair is pulled up very neatly. She looks apprehensive, but is fidgeting as well. "Daddy will be home today." Her words are whispered and she smooths out her dress so as to look her best. She hasn't seen her father in almost two years. He's been working and living across the states. She knows his work is important, but she wishes she could see him more often. That she could talk with him.
The sound of strong footsteps comes from the foyer and the girl acts, running down the stairs as the butler is taking a red headed man's coat. Her steps aren't quite right and she trips on her own dress, falling down three steps and banging her head onto the floor below. She starts to cry and the red headed man tells the butler to shut her up, saying he has no time for this.
The butler walks over as the man leaves for a room, the door clicking locked. "Shhh, it's alright Waverly. Let's have a look at your head."
She sniffles and pushes at her eyes with the side of her finger, trying not to cry as she turns to point out where she hit her head. "... Is daddy mad at me?" She sounds so worried as she's trying not to cry. Maybe he was angry because she cried. If she stopped crying then maybe he would love her. Maybe he would come home more often.
The butler shakes his head, standing her up with him. "Of course not." She can tell he's lying. They always lie to her. She doesn't think they realize that she knows, but she does. Sometimes she wishes they'd just tell her the truth. Her father hates her. "Now how about we get some ice on that." The man leads her out of the room.
A young woman, Waverly is standing in an apartment with high columns. You can tell that everything in the room has been change and altered. She's holding a cell phone to her ear and wincing. "How dare you do this to me! You're supposed to be in school, not wasting my money away at some stupid art school. That's useless to me."
"But I -"
"No. You're worthless. How is it that I could have wasted so much on a worthless girl that can't even follow direction right? Did you think I wouldn't find out, that I wouldn't know you were robbing me?"
"I, no, it's not -"
"Oh shut up Waverly! You're no use to me anymore. From now on you're dead."
"But fa-" The line goes dead and she sinks into a chair. Looking at the phone for a few moments she throws it across the room at the latest painting she was working on. "Dead ..." Her eyes are welling up with tears, but she's trying not to cry. He hates her when she cries. He hates her anyway. He said she was dead, she was dead. She should just die ....
Ah! This, this is a curse ....