Helping her make fists and strained words of vulgarity towards the other in the car.
he was a puppeteer, working them both to spit fire at each other with extreme amounts of hatred.
he was in his own sick little heaven.
There was so much hatred for him to feed on.
So much pint up aggression and sadness.
he was more than happy when his main victim sped away to the sounds of her counter part yelling not to pick her up.
She fumed. Speeding fast, her thoughts running wild through her mind.
Words of hatred, sadness, confusion.
he fed.
Kneading her thoughts into bigger words of hatred, bigger words of aggravation.
Her heart felt like it was going to explode. It had been too long since she's had a episode like this.
Unable to control it, unable to express emotions other than anger and distress.
She turned to her phone, hoping to reach her guardian.
he was so deep into her thoughts that she couldn't accept that she was not okay.
She couldn't accept that this wasn't normal.
Her guardians words were so true, yet she was too far away to accept them.
The thoughts filled her head.
You're fine.
This is normal.
Suck it up.
You're overreacting.
It was your fault.
he was having a feast, these thoughts and words of hatred were filling his need to hurt to damage.
he fed off of her self hatred.
filling himself abundantly...
Sia- Breathe Me
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