It dilly – dallied, hopped, hid behind people and eventually peered at me with its large brown eyes and puppy face. It placed its hands on her shoulder and I was shocked to see unusually long claws for something of its demeanor and size. It did however interrupt our conversation and replaced it with a very eerie silence.
I was very unsure but it made me uncomfortable and I shifted slightly in my bed. Completely disgusted, I turned away from it to look at her. She smiled at me and gently placed her hand on my face and told me something about how everything was going to be okay. But in her face, I saw nothing but hypocrisy and suddenly I was filled with this enormous repulsion. I sat upright and shook her hand off of me.
I found that it had barely taken a moment for that feeling of nausea and unexplained uneasiness that had been clawing away at my skin for days now to turn into something else, something called rage.
The monster I saw behind her, looming above her head was my anger.
And it came.
And it took all of my self control and years of practiced calmness to prevent me from strangling her to death.
Betrayal is a painful thing. It tore at my skin, burnt my throat and ripped the flesh from my bones. I looked in the mirror, only to see that I did not recognize myself. But it was different this time. For the first time in my life, the monster staring back at me did not scare me. For once in my life, I had become the very thing that I had always feared.
The tiny little creature with its puppy face and big brown eyes, barely as tall as my knees, peered at me from behind my legs. As I gazed at our reflection in the mirror, calmness started to spread and as I gazed at its tiny little face, it smiled, no gave me a hint of a smile because we both knew what I had to do.
So I give her warning, if she is reading this, stay clear, put your tail between you legs and hide because rage is upon me.
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