Part 11
Title: Souls Torn and Mended
An avatar the last airbender story^^
TW: Violence, Familial Abuse
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The sound of fireworks woke me up. The smell of gunpowder gliding through my window and tickling my nose. I sat up, hair a mess, and patted down the lengthy black strands into an acceptable shape.

"It's...the last day of the festival." The firework testing gave me both solace and a slight tremble in my hands. It was the final day.

I got out of bed and dressed myself in comfortable, presentable clothing perfect for the festival's finale.

Today was the day, right?

I went and finished breakfast with my family in silence, and as my mother and I stood smiling absentmindedly at the doorway before him, my father spoke.

"Let's go to the festival tonight."

A moment of silence passed.

"O-oh, sure, honey."

My father's eyes glanced over to mine after my mother's paltry response. All I did was smile and close my eyes, if only to avoid his look.

Seemingly satisfied he left without another word.