FaerieBum
Bluelighter
I was tidying up my room and and the ex walked in to get his stuff back. We start talking...the discussion gets heated. I start getting upset. He starts naming off all my bad qualities, he starts saying I am insecure...he says other things...horrible things. I can't remember what these things were but I do know he was being a real prick. However he was not getting upset, he never did get upset. He was always so cool and calm while he tore a strip into me.
I stood with my back to him...dusting under a huge glass vase i kept on my window sill. Suddenly my grip on the vase was incredibly tight...so tight I could feel the glass cracking slightly under my flesh. It cut my hand,I looked down to see a small crimson river trickling onto to the carpet..it didnt matter. The room began to feel incredibly hot. I could see him in the reflection of my window, he was backing towards the door, his stuff in hand.
He was not fast enough.
In the blink of an eye I was facing him. It was all so swift and quick, he had no time to dodge the vase I whipped directly at his head. There was a strange cracking sound, my wall became sprayed with blood. My vision was hazy because I was blind with rage , however for some fucked up reason I knew he was still standing.
he said something along the lines of "Leyna...what the fuck??" he didnt sound so calm anymore, he sounded scared shitless. A deranged giggle escaped from me.
I opened my mouth and the most horrible obscenities started pouring out. I woke myself up because I was screaming so loud. I dont recall what I was saying, but there was a lot of cursing and swearing involved. I havent yelled like that at anyone in so long. It felt so good.
I fell back to sleep but woke up doing it again a few minutes later. Scott said he could hear me from his room.
Passionate people have a tendancy to overreact. I love how violent and angry I get in my dreams, because in reality when I'm upset I usuallly just turn inward..I'm not a violent person at all. But I'm glad there's a place I can go where if someone pisses me off enough, I can get away with murder.
I stood with my back to him...dusting under a huge glass vase i kept on my window sill. Suddenly my grip on the vase was incredibly tight...so tight I could feel the glass cracking slightly under my flesh. It cut my hand,I looked down to see a small crimson river trickling onto to the carpet..it didnt matter. The room began to feel incredibly hot. I could see him in the reflection of my window, he was backing towards the door, his stuff in hand.
He was not fast enough.
In the blink of an eye I was facing him. It was all so swift and quick, he had no time to dodge the vase I whipped directly at his head. There was a strange cracking sound, my wall became sprayed with blood. My vision was hazy because I was blind with rage , however for some fucked up reason I knew he was still standing.
he said something along the lines of "Leyna...what the fuck??" he didnt sound so calm anymore, he sounded scared shitless. A deranged giggle escaped from me.
I opened my mouth and the most horrible obscenities started pouring out. I woke myself up because I was screaming so loud. I dont recall what I was saying, but there was a lot of cursing and swearing involved. I havent yelled like that at anyone in so long. It felt so good.
I fell back to sleep but woke up doing it again a few minutes later. Scott said he could hear me from his room.
Passionate people have a tendancy to overreact. I love how violent and angry I get in my dreams, because in reality when I'm upset I usuallly just turn inward..I'm not a violent person at all. But I'm glad there's a place I can go where if someone pisses me off enough, I can get away with murder.
