She sees everything through a red filter.
She feels the red in her veins, being pumped in her heart. Hot anger being circulated throughout her whole body. Anger pointed at no particular direction. Just anything in her path.
Bottled up and sealed off, she bites her lip to keep herself from saying what's really on her mind. Regret that comes with speaking out of hostility and arrogance isn't an unfamiliar taste to her tongue.
She knows how to conceal it. But there is always one person who likes to test the patience of the most peaceful folk.
Keep shaking the bottle. Keep treating her as if she's invisible. Keep talking down to her. Keep using her. Use her until she's had enough.
Because for a long while, she been waiting to explode. She wants you to see her as more than dirt on the bottom of your tacky shoes. She wants you to be scared of her. Maybe even resent her .
She wants you to push her to the edge. She wants you to release the demon growing inside her. She has the tools, and she wants to ruin you.
Evil rests within even the most gentle hearts.
Surprise bitch.
