"No one ever stood up to me. No one. I call, they come. Male, female. No minds, no spine, until you. I think we would be great friends."
"I highly doubt that."
She laughed, not the other kind. "Everyone to their roles, someone has to play to part."
"Bullshit, no one has to do shit. You love it, that's why. You are sick."
"I exist, so that you could become stronger." She grabbed my chin and peered into her eyes. "Tell me Amanda, do you not feel stronger, because of me?"
I slapped offending hand away. "I stood up to you."
"Why?"
"You are a freaking blight on the world. You and everyone who's like you."
"And if I wasnt there. I wonder if you would have ever found your feet."
"What nonsense are you spilling?"
"If I was never here..." Her face inches from mine. "...Would you have ever looked up, from those books, and taken the steps, towards the person, that you clearly are, in this very moment?"
"I am still Me."
"Really?" She looked behind me "I wonder if these people, would have stood behind Amanda, the bookworm, as they do now with Amanda, the one who finally stood up to Theresa."
