Wow, its been a while

I didn't realize how long it'd been since I'd been on last until I saw how much everyone else had been posting. Anywho, I finally wrote something I like! I haven't been writing much anyway, but I was inspired last night and wrote this. I hope you enjoy it as much as me! Of course, I may be overreacting.


I was so mad. Not mad. I was hysterically and irrationally furious. I don't think I'd ever been this insanely irritated before. I wanted to pull my hair out and throw every piece of furniture I could find across the room. I wanted to break the faces of anybody, everybody, and anything I laid eyes on. I wanted to break something, anything as long as it would provide a satisfying crack, bang, boom, or whatever at the end of it all.

Oh I hated Azzo.

I hated him for those piercing dark brown eyes of his. I hated how he always knew what to say and how to say it so that I always felt like every other girl. Innocent, soft, and always capable of being loved and forgiven. Why did he have to make me feel that way? Couldn't he see me for what I am? Guilty, cold, and deserving the worst punishment in Hell for all the lies I'd told, the lives I'd stolen, and the hatred I'd carried with me my entire life. Why couldn't he just tell me I was wrong and I was stupid and I was nobody, no good, a liar, a murderer, a snake, a thief, a rogue, a villain, heartless, soulless, and incapable of love, trust, or kindness in any way shape or form? Why couldn't he slap me on the face and tell me all the things I knew to be true?

Instead he told me this: that I was strong and good and honorable and brave and...human. He told be that I was hopeful and valiant. He told be I was loved.

He looked at me with those knowing brown eyes and told me I was flawed, but weren't we all? He told me that I would fight passed all those demons that weighed me down and that nothing could ever stand in my way.

He told me that I was the hero, not the villain. Could that even be possible? Could hero and villain possibly inhabit the same body and mind? A girl who viciously and without mercy attacked unsuspecting victims, but at the same time she'd saved the day?

I didn't know what to believe anymore. And I hated that. I'd always known what I was and what I wasn't. And now, because of Azzo, I didn't know anymore. And I hated that. I hated that more than anything.

I punched the brick wall next to me so hard that I heard the satisfying crack of a bone in my hand breaking.