’ I didn’t do anything to you! ’
❛ Lynn, BABY - … THAT’S THE POINT. You didn’t do anything TO ME or FOR me. ❜
She’s become NUMB to the anger, the HOSTILITY, the wrath, the fire, the ACID that lingers upon every exhalation. Every sound that could HURT HER goes ignored by ears, but remains embedded in body. She’ll wear that hurt forever - has the scorn SEWN into skin. New wounds are given with every word, but she knows better than to let attention linger to those openings. A smile rests upon lips that have only ever known of LIES and LOATHING. It’s FAKE, just like the rest of her. A false pair of borders that anxiously await uttering a new statement that will awaken ferocity from this form. Just look at how she reacts to PURE PANIC, just look at how a KNIFE alone is enough to arouse unease. She nods knowingly, finding POWER through someone else’s pain. Still, she remains crouched and allows elbows to rest upon the other’s lap. Isn’t she just the ideal ANTAGONIST? How much more REVOLTING would she like to appear to the other? She’s aware that her calmness serves as a form of chaos, because something BRUTAL is BUBBLING beneath that collected complexion… There is a HUNGER TO HARM, a hunger to impose a MIGHTY wrath on a woman who should’ve never been chosen, who should’ve never been seen as savior. IS THIS JEALOUSY? She must truly be at wits end… To be jealous of a woman who must simply better the body in ways this SCUM OF THE STREETS never could. And she did that - … So why keep her around if her job is completed? If only John’s words didn’t serve as a RESTRAINT.
❛ So why have you around? Come on, YOU GOTTA SHOW ME YOU WANT TO LIVE. ❜