Self Paragraph: Paranoia
Hugh sat on his bed curled up in a ball. Every time the clock on the wall ticked his heart skipped a beat. Two Hooks and a Pan were here, William was gone, Jane was gone. He had never felt so useless before than he had now. What if ever since the beginning it had all been a plot? With that thought it had all made sense to him now! William never hated the way Hugh was treating him, Halima probably planted that thought into his head. Liliana and Adara never liked him the way they said they did it was just something to laugh about behind his back. How he would actually think a princess and a daughter of a demigod would ever like him. What if Eleanora and Rosemary never wanted to sleep with him and they just felt bad for him? That’s why everyone was sticking around recently wasn’t it? Hugh let some tears fall. He had Natasha though for sure though right? And Annette? He didn’t even know for sure anymore what if they were just playing him just waiting for him to mess up again so they could tell Hook. They were working for them they had to be. They wanted to hurt him. How much more could he possibly hurt? His brother was already gone and he swore to protect him. Jane hated him and he just wanted to protect her. He had to get revenge for them. How upset would the rest of the Darlings be if he hadn’t. All these thoughts were too much for him. For once Hugh didn’t feel one step a head and felt a thousand steps behind. He wasn’t a killer but he’d make both of the Hooks pay for what they had done. He just had to think about how.
