Today she had a date, but that part of her mind that she had stuffed away for all those years, the dangerous part, had resurfaced against her wishes. All the pain and betrayal had made that part really angry, enraged. It lived in the past. Before her date had arrived, it had made her gather instruments and hide them behind the love seat that they now sat on. She was afraid. He was different from her first love. She didn’t want to hurt him. He was a nice guy. He had brought red wine and roses. He was sweet, but he smelled like “him,” which made that dark part of her mind light up with fury. It made her reach behind the couch and grab a hammer. It wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t stop herself…

© kym darkly


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