What are you staring at?! Do I look broken to you?! Don’t... don’t pity me. I don’t need your sympathy or your questions. You think you understand me?! You don’t. None of you do. She clenches her fists tightly as if trying to restrain herself. All I feel is this fire... burning, screaming to get out... and it never stops. I don’t know why I’m like this, but I’ll tear apart anyone who gets in my way trying to figure it out. So unless you’ve got a reason to be here… walk away. Now!
Comments
0No comments yet.