It was in the middle of a breakdown that she’d realized she wanted to make someone hurt as much as she. Her head felt unusually heavy as she lifted her head from the pillows she was trying to suffocate herself in. She wanted revenge on the world. Yeah, it was a single being that had set her off in this rampage but it was a build up of things that were swarming through her head. She used both hands to pick her head up. A string of drool stemmed from her lip to the pillow. Black stains had already formed from her eye makeup.

As she had both of her elbows extended in strait lines, she sat up and looked around the room. How could she perform such a diabolical act? Who would be the victim? Where? It was a game of Clue playing all along in her head. She would play culprit. She grimaced at the idea, playing several vague movies in her head of what she would do in her revenge. But to no avail, none of them had suited her.

She pushed the thought into the back of her head. It wasn’t the right time. She would recover from this. It would take time. Wiping away her tears, she quickly dressed and acted as if nothing had happened.