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You know, the chains were really heavy. It was especially hard to walk.
It was cold.
There was nothing to paint, and the only way to do that was to smash my head in and smear fresh blood on the walls.
It's so unpleasant and boring to the point of insanity.
And you know, I hate everything about you. From the style to the intonation of your voice.
I hate that you're so dolled up and fragile.
I hate you.
I hate the hell out of you.
I hate you to the point of fucking tears.
And you come in here and the "collar" on me looks a little out of place to you.
It's like I've always been your test subject. Your dog.
- Get out," I feel a lump of nerves in my throat when I say this, and I get so scared. Scared that I'm here at all.
But you know, if you were sitting right here next to me in these heavy shackles I wouldn't be so nervous.
I guess it's not that I'm afraid of being wrongfully accused.
What I'm afraid of is that you'll actually leave.
- Get out," it's not a scream, it's the angry hiss of a caged beast.
I am afraid. For real.
My voice is scary. I don't like what I say. The way I talk.
It's like you really don't care.
Iron lady.
A living corpse.
But why do you look at me with such pity? I don't want it. Not from you, you don't.
You kissed him.
I can't move.
It doesn't hurt anymore.
- Leave, if you want to save everyone - get out of here and the prediction, heaven help you, won't come true. - Hate and pain and a lump of nerves. I love hate hate you.
And you walk away.
Without a word.
- I'll teach you how to use the phone. - I'm smiling. Because I don't feel hate anymore.
- Yes, because it's on you now.
I grin and shake my head indefinitely.
You don't ask for forgiveness.
You walk away again.