" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . " from @dedicatedesire
she's not heartless. she's different, that's all. myra has known that for as long as she can remember, but the cravings—the ones that make her mouth water in ways it'd twist other people's stomachs—they started in her teenage years. ignoring them was sort of like holding your breath underwater. painful, and ultimately useless. and fuck, did this terrify her. it's how the conflict inside of her started brewing.
you grow up hearing what’s wrong and what isn’t. stealing, lying, killing. they drill it into you over and over until you're scared of stepping out of line. but no one ever said don’t eat people. they didn’t need to. it was just there, an unspoken thing, something you know. monsters eat people.
and younger myra knew she didn't want to be a monster. you also hear of what you're supposed to be like. she wanted to be someone normal and kind who didn't have anything to hide. but no matter how carefully she’s built her life—how polished, how perfect—it doesn’t change what she knows is rotting under the surface.
so, please excuse her for not quite buying while the other is saying.
"you're bullshitting me." she says, her voice brittle, cracking under the strain. she never curses—it’s too raw—but the word slips out before she can stop it. that’s how you know she’s serious. how you know she’s afraid. part of her thinks the other is dangling a piece of bait in front of her so she can then be dragged to hell. maybe she'll take a bite.
"you don't care? you're not scared?"