Life of the Deeply Disturbed: An Informative Short Story
In retrospect, the girl had some regrets. She was often much more quarrelsome and emotional than she originally sought out to be. More often than not, she would spit fire and brimstone into the faces of others and regret it all so very much afterward. In the event that she was able to close herself into her own prison-bars included-she would cry over herself and her friends and the damage that was done. She would fight herself into a coma and, upon waking, could not bring herself to face those afflicted.
Whilst in this state of self-loathing, all she could ever do was sit and wait.
Many times, she would find herself staring into the walls, as if trying to see what was on the other side, wanting to be there in some alternate universe. Perhaps it was the wanting that conflicted with her self interests. The wanting, as she would later describe to be an animosity (with the deepest meaning of the word) toward herself, recurrently brought her around to square one: bitterness.
When the incipient problem was noticed within her moral character by those whom she loved, they tried to intervene. They tried to negotiate the better part of her to come out and stay out. Being two different entities entirely, this was a difficult task that required much time and effort.
Her former self, the positive, and her present self, the negative, were head-to-head in a clash that would ring through her thoughts for the rest of her life.
When the battle was over and all was quiet, neither won nor lost.
In the end, she learned that her negative self was a daemon, silently waiting in the shadows for the perfect time to strike, and strike it did.
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Hmmm. I wonder if this is accurate.
Whilst in this state of self-loathing, all she could ever do was sit and wait.
Many times, she would find herself staring into the walls, as if trying to see what was on the other side, wanting to be there in some alternate universe. Perhaps it was the wanting that conflicted with her self interests. The wanting, as she would later describe to be an animosity (with the deepest meaning of the word) toward herself, recurrently brought her around to square one: bitterness.
When the incipient problem was noticed within her moral character by those whom she loved, they tried to intervene. They tried to negotiate the better part of her to come out and stay out. Being two different entities entirely, this was a difficult task that required much time and effort.
Her former self, the positive, and her present self, the negative, were head-to-head in a clash that would ring through her thoughts for the rest of her life.
When the battle was over and all was quiet, neither won nor lost.
In the end, she learned that her negative self was a daemon, silently waiting in the shadows for the perfect time to strike, and strike it did.
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Hmmm. I wonder if this is accurate.