A Cluster of Stories

Someone Else

It's not like it matters at all, her feelings.

You can crush and twist them as you please. After all, you aren't feeling anything.

You can rip them to pieces, over and over.

Why not take a chance at her self esteem as well?

Why not tear her apart?
Why not make her hate herself?
Why not make her want to die?

Sure, she'll cry, but it's not like she'll fight back.

Why are you doing this? Simply for the pleasure? The satisfaction of watching her suffer?

It doesn't matter, the damage has been done.

It doesn't matter, the fear she has of you.
It doesn't matter, what she does to appease you.
It doesn't matter, the constant pain she hides.

She'll just stay quiet, she won't stand up to you. Oh and she better, she never will be good enough, no matter what she does.

Afterwards, tell her you're sorry.

Tell her you were having a horrid day.
Tell her something happened.
Tell her lie after lie.

She'll forgive you, she always does.

Then, do it again.

You've done this multiple times, what's so different?

You've worn her down.
You've pushed her to her limit.
You've killed her spirit.

She did it.

She finally did it.

She gave herself a lovely little necklace and tied it to the ceiling.

Now she's dead. Her now pale lips won't spread your dirty secret, ever.

That just wasn't enough, was it?

Well then, I suppose it's time to move on to someone else.