[P r o l o g u e]
"In the moment of
my failure will
someone hold my
hand? I couldn't
help but spit and
spit, keepin' repeating
too many damns.
Gotta let my eyes
watch too many
ends. Outside was
a whole battlefield
so I bring out the
chopper. Every night
inside me, I quietly
fight with myself.
My heart pounds,
my colleagues stab
me in the back."
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IT was that very time, that very moment, that very day when she finally realised the awakening. It stirred uncomfortably yet furiously within her as she watched one of her most precious colleague, her once closest and most trusted friend stab her in the back. She could have said it hurted but that would be a lie. Being stabbed in the back and feeling like you are being devoured by that sense of betrayal did not hurt at all.
It wasn't hurtful. It was fucking painful.
She watched her mock her, belittle her and drown her with negativity with her new found friends. She watched her flick her long hair, a new trait her ex-friend had developed, before pointing her fake nails at her. She watched her ex-friend erupt into a fake laughter, whilst she glared at her with distaste and hate. She stood before her ex-friend, managing to spit as many hurtful and belittling words in order to create herself a status.
"Gross." It began with that one word everytime they crossed paths.
"Fucking die." Those were the last words that her once-good-friend managed to spit with such venom before the victim became undone.
