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WERE-BEAR

by @henrianne-dela-cruz

A sudden remembering. Flashbacks. I was sick. Tired. It was raining. I needed to rest at least 15 minutes. Sat at a table in the food court. Zoning out. Then suddenly, a memory... of you sitting in front of me uninvited unwanted. Whispering words. I remember the fear and the annoyance of feeling threatened in a public place without anyone noticing. It was always like this. To the world you were "Innocent" Everything fine. They knew you as jolly Harmless Fun. They didn't hear the malice, they didn't taste the venom in all the words you hissed while smiling at people passing by Pretending everything's alright. But it's not. You were killing me slowly silently. Harsh lashes from your tongue, vicious grips, murmured threats. They didn't see... You were poisoning me. Injecting fear, Loneliness, Rejection, Insecurity in my bloodstream. Making me inhale fumes of your Judgment and Hate. Hiss... like a snake. You traitor! You sneak! They didn't hear. They didn't see what you did to me. They couldn't Wouldn't ever understand. They didn't feel your vice-like grips. Didn't flinch when you almost hit [me] Didn't break down fall apart when you called me whore bitch slut. Not good enough. I TRUSTED YOU. I trusted you to love me. You lied. I died. But watch me Rise.
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Written by
henrianne-dela-cruz
Published
Jun 20, 2015
Time
3m
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Because I was sitting in the food court, resting a bit, when I remembered your annoying tendency to harrass me in places I couldn't make a scene in. You wpuld always mutter under your breath the things that make my skin crawl and my blood boil. I am pissed.

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