Person in Detail
I know that person. The one that told you that you would never make it. The one that constantly tells you you're worthless. The one that holds you down, and picks at your scabs until you're bleeding again, inside and out. The one that leaves you there till it starts to heal, then comes back and makes you bleed all over again. I know that person. The one that tortures you in your dreams and guides you to the empty black hole. But I need you to let him go and find a way out. He'll hold on tight, he'll resist. But you have to. Let him go.
He will dig his claws into you, sweet talk you, and if all else fails, he'll threaten you. In fact, he's doing it right now. You want to ask for help, but think you won't get it because he's inside where no one can see him or hear him but you. He's inside your mind. What's it like in there.? It used to be colorful and full of love and hope. Now it's dark and full of pain and despair.
I know what he looks like and I know what he sounds like, at least to you. He's handsome and that is what attracts you to him. His voice is overpowering and demanding and that scares you. You should be scared. Those who play with fire are bound to get burned. His voice. It tricks you. Because sometimes it's sweet and pleading. It confuses you. But you know it's wrong and you need to let go. Get out. His hands. They hold you back. They are rough and calloused. He holds you back by your heart instead of your arm. It's because he knows what you like. You feel his sharp, dirty nails biting into your heart and you pray that he will let go, or at least loosen his grip. His eyes. Deep blue, turn red when he is angry. Like they are now. They are burning into you, sending the clear message that he will NOT let go and if you want to be free, you better be willing to fight with every breath in your body. You know you can't fight him. He's too strong. Or, maybe, you're just too weak. Either way you stop fighting, and his strong, muscular arms encircle around you and drag you down until you are no more.
Janelyse
She walked into the locker room. She was instantly shocked into staying in that one spot. She was frozen. Her long, curly red hair was falling into her face as she stopped abruptly. Her vibrant green eyes went wide and instantly were clouded by anger at the sight. Her knuckles were turning white because she was gripping the doorknob so tight. A million thoughts running through her head at once made her eyes change with each passing emotion. Anger, hurt, disappointment, betrayal, and finally back to anger. Then just as pure hate took over, her chest began to rise and fall faster as her breath quickened. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. her stance changed as well. it widened when she was thinking about moving forward and confronting him. Her. Her in particular. She planted her feet together as though she wanted to disappear and was thinking about just leaving and pretending she never saw what she was seeing, what was happening at this very moment. Her long legs seemed to be moving on their own until she was standing in front of them, hand on her hips, hair pushed back, eyes burning holes into both of them.