IT walks by.
Memories of pain and anguish come flooding back seeking room in an already pained heart. Words are chocked that had been told so many times on their own. Body starts to abort and beak down, crumbling into dust.
IT smiles.
NO! No giving up, a voice somewhere. Where? HERE! What? No pain no gain. Blood rushing through veins, starting to heat up a body again. Those memories once wanted forgotten, now needed to feul this hate.
IT waves.
Anger now pouring through every angel of body. Creating indestructable, certain, strong, and willful being. Body now ready, starting to move toward IT.
IT is surprised.
A mouth starts to fly, creating words that have no match for anything. Those feelings of deciet, abuse, use and anger writhe out of the mouth. No longer in control, a body lets it flow from an overflowing tank of hatred.
IT opens a mouth.
"NO! NO! You do not get to speak. You who took my trust and crashed into a million pieces. You who mistook me for a pawn in some game of chess. You who lied and overtook myself. You who accused me of problems only yourself created. You, you you."
IT no longer matters.
Star