Hidden Hurts
There were times, when I first joined Project Freelancer, that my self-imposed isolation was painful. But at least the loneliness I could justify to myself. What I could not justify was how much it hurt to hear the whispers the other agents would have about me when one of my days of self-loathing would rear its head.
She's just such a bitch.
She always seems like she's going to turn on us.
It's like she doesn't have a heart.
That last one always hurt the most. Because I did have a heart, I always had, and it hurt me so bad to have it that sometimes I wished someone would just take it away. But I never breathed a word to the others about it. I didn't want their sympathy or any further jeers. All I wanted was to be left alone and in turn leave them alone. But no matter what I wanted, those comments always followed me, hounding my footsteps like the ghosts I clung to. Sometimes their words would make me want to cry. Sometimes they'd make me angry. But whatever they did, the one thing I couldn't deny was their words were cutting gouges into me every time I heard them.
And for everything I was as Agent Colorado, I could not find the voice to tell them to stop.
A/N; This is just a short little something I felt like putting down. Have no fear, my readers. I am actively working on the third installment of 'Rado's tale. At this moment in time I have one and a half chapters done of it. When I have four I'll start posting it. As I now have a job, I can't guarantee a steady update schedule, but I'll try my best not to make the waits as long as they were with QB. As always, much love