Wanting Daisy Dead

by Sue Watson

And the more he hurts me, the nastier I have to be to make him think I don’t care. Because when you love someone too much, you weaken yourself, and you give them all the power. I’m never doing that.

They used to call me ‘the quiet one’, but that wasn’t really who I was. I believe they made me quiet – I was of no significance to them, and if people ignore you long enough, you become invisible.

I was erasing all the times I’d been made to feel like nothing. Daisy represented all the people who’d never bothered to find out who I really