FIA
I was going to be sick. Right here in the garden. Right in front of everyone.
"He loved you," Hazel continued. Still whispering. Still crying for the audience around us. "If he wasn't so blinded by power, he would have been smart enough to stay away from me. I cared about him too actually. Or rather, his penis. Such a waste. But did you, you know, ever have it? No? Such a shame. He just had to ruin everything by getting a morality half way through. Saving you?! Please. I couldn't let that happen."
She pulled back then. Her face was wet with tears. Her expression was devastated. Oscar worthy. She should get a medal for this performance.
I wanted to claw her eyes out.
"Are they treating you well?" Hazel asked. Loud again. Concerned. The worried sister checking on her poor misguided sibling.
I stared at her. At this monster wearing my sister's face. At this thing that had just told me she'd murdered the only person who could have saved me.
