Assuming I don't like to be in my coffin is one of the biggest generalizations of my existence. My parents believed it, my sisters believe it, and now so does the General. I honestly didn't like it when I was a kid, but as I grew older and my fangs sprouted from my gums, I became addicted to it. Even as the hunger took over, even when my body urged me to get out, I simply didn't care for it. It's safe in here. It's warm. I want to do nothing else but stay in here for the rest of eternity. Unfortunately for me, that's not something I can afford to do. So, I just don't get in here. Right now, I want to stay here for a long time. I don't know what to do with the information I just got. Why would she do that? Why would she do that to us? Why would the King do that to us? I feel as if someone

