Disgust

If you could kill anyone in the world and not be punished for it who would it be?

Most people think of someone in power, a politician, an employer, a popular student. Or sometimes there's just someone you hate more than anyone or anything in the world. Perhaps your first thought is of that one person who has been the bane of your existence for far too long. Perhaps you're angry with someone and your thoughts jump to them.

I know who I hate. I know her too well yet not at all. I see her everyday. I converse with her everyday. She's a nobody. She's not famous, she's not in power, she's not even a blip on the radar. But she's a horrid girl. I hate her and only her. She's the one person I've hated ever since our first meeting. It's not what she does or what she means. It's just her. The one person I wish would just disappear. The person I wish had never existed to begin with.

I don't hate anybody, really. It's too strong a word. I certainly dislike most of the world's population and I certainly dislike a lot of things, but not hate, never hate. I've told my parents I hate them. I've told my friends I hate them. They know it's a lie, a mask, another character. They know I never mean it.

I mean it this time.

I hate her.

I hate her more than I thought it was possible to hate.

I hide it well though. One would never see it. Not really. They can sense my dislike, but no. It's so much more.

It is a pure, unbridled hate.

I'm sure this seems quite out there. It's all rather vague, yet not at all. This is one of the few things I'm sure of.

The sky is blue. People are born. People die. Time passes and waits for no one.

The things you always know for sure.

This is one of those constants.

Hate.

By this point in time you either know exactly who she is or have no clue what I'm babbling on about.

She is me and I am she.

I hate her.