Monday, 4 April 2011

Act III

I'll be your Frigga One Eye, your Jennifer Hills, your Hayley Stark. I'll make you tear yourself open and then I'll sew you back together, just so I can watch it all again. Over and over until you're nothing but a bunch of fresh scars.

Just like I once was.

That's the thing about revenge, you see: you never get sick of it. It's high octane fuel when you're an adrenaline addict. Not a bright outcome for a pretty girl like me, really.

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