izillama
First Post
"I will kill you."
Clover solemnly watched Koln out of the corner of her narrowed eyes as he passed into her room. At times like this, she wasn't sure if she should take him seriously or not. But it didn't matter. She wasn't sure if she should be afraid. Or upset. Or angry. And, on top of that, he spoke to her like a simple child? Did she dare think: 'How dare he?' Or did she submit: 'He's right.'
She found herself grinding her teeth in aggravation. Afraid to reenter the room. Afraid to leave. Mad at herself for her fear. And angered because she could do nothing about it. Not even cry if she was upset.
Air didn't help. She drew uselessly into her lungs in a sigh and sunk down to the floor outside of her room, leaning against the wall and coiling her knees up to her stomach. She hugged them, placing her head on her legs in defeat. If anyone saw her, she'd look upset.
And she was.
What seemed like a long time after Koln had left, she found herself answering him, murmuring darkly into the hallway, "You won't have to."
She hated herself.
Good going, Mike! Bringing on more suicidal thoughts! You should be ashamed: constantly making Clover feel bad about herself. The nerve!
Clover solemnly watched Koln out of the corner of her narrowed eyes as he passed into her room. At times like this, she wasn't sure if she should take him seriously or not. But it didn't matter. She wasn't sure if she should be afraid. Or upset. Or angry. And, on top of that, he spoke to her like a simple child? Did she dare think: 'How dare he?' Or did she submit: 'He's right.'
She found herself grinding her teeth in aggravation. Afraid to reenter the room. Afraid to leave. Mad at herself for her fear. And angered because she could do nothing about it. Not even cry if she was upset.
Air didn't help. She drew uselessly into her lungs in a sigh and sunk down to the floor outside of her room, leaning against the wall and coiling her knees up to her stomach. She hugged them, placing her head on her legs in defeat. If anyone saw her, she'd look upset.
And she was.
What seemed like a long time after Koln had left, she found herself answering him, murmuring darkly into the hallway, "You won't have to."
She hated herself.
Good going, Mike! Bringing on more suicidal thoughts! You should be ashamed: constantly making Clover feel bad about herself. The nerve!