"Really Jet? You feel so sorry for yourself that the only option is to hurt yourself even more? Pathetic. No you know what? That's not pathetic. That's weak. You are weak Jet. You try to tell yourself that you are strong but then you pull out stunts like these. I can't believe you would stoop this low. You were only weeks away from being a year clean and then you just had to cave because all of your memories came back and you're the queen of making rash decisions. Your father would never be proud of you when you do things like this. I mean come on! Look what you have done now-"
"Shut up Jaylinn!" I scream back at her, watching as her tall blonde figure walks towards me. No walks isn't really the right verb. This is more like stalks like a bloody thirsty animal or something of that nature. I bite the inside of my mouth, holding back the long list of insults that I could unleash on her. I curl my fists up at my side and never break away from her eyes. She smirks.
"You're only causing Steve and Bucky and Liza and everyone around you more pain so why are you even trying anymore?"
"I've hit that low before and I'm never going to hit it again-"
"Sure. You're just trying to make yourself sound strong and tough when we both know that they only thing you are going to do is sink into that dark abyss again and wash your life away with foolish and childish actions. You only see the temporary problems, not the long term ones that will surely haunt you for years. That seems to be your biggest flaw. You only work to fix what is going on wrong in the immediate now so that you might be 100 percent genuinely happy for even a sliver of a moment. But what you don't see is that most times you are only causing more problems for yourself. Those short term solutions fail leaving you with no solution and only more sadness, pain, depression, and the list goes on and on. You're pathetic." I bite my lip, anger bubbling inside of me.
"You know what Jaylinn? You killed my parents, the only people who I knew I loved because you were jealous. What gave you the rights to do that huh? Please tell me. Educated me. I would love to know how angels descended from the sky and granted you special rights to just go on a killing spree because you felt inferior to me."
"Inferior? Please! I didn't feel anything but pure hatred towards you. You needed a reality check. You were too busy living in lala land that you couldn't see the real problems in front of you. Oh and you totally didn't notice that your dad was Iron Man. Oh your pathetic father-"
"SHUT UP ABOUT MY DAD RIGHT NOW!" I say, advancing toward her. She laughs, fading away. I squint, my breathing hard and fast.
"Over here sweet stuff." she says. I whip my head to my left side and stare at Jaylinn.
"Do not call me sweet stuff." I spit at her, squaring myself up with her.
"Whatever. Now where was I? Oh yeah! Your father. Oh how pathetic he was. He would turn to alcohol to wash away all of his pro-"
"SHUT UP!"
"-and then expect to still be well respected? Please. There was nothing your father could do but blow money and have sex with every woman who glanced his way."
"You have NO idea what he was like so you better shut your god damn mouth before I personally bring you back to life just to kill you again."
"No you wouldn't. You're too weak for that."
"I am not weak!"
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Iron Will (sequel to Iron Soul)
FanfictieEveryone says that there is no destination on this road of your life. Well I am here to tell you that those people are idiots. There is a destination. Everyone fears it no matter how brave they seem to be. This destination, is death. I would introd...
