"From the deepest desires

come the deadliest hate."

-Socrates

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Despite her violent effort, the saddles of the blinds could not block out the streams of hazy lights that distorted her comfortably dark room. She eyed the pull cords with contempt as they swung gently as a pendulum would from a clock. She didn't like the warmth it gave off. She was content with her room being cold and dark, it was how she liked to rest. But the setting sun made no effort to comply with her preferences, and the bounces of orange tones on her purple walls was starting to hurt her eyes.

Gaz let out a heavy sigh and began to look at the ceiling. She folded her idle hands on her torso. Being mad at the blinds wasn't going to fix anything. Being mad doesn't fix anything, yet there she lay, her thoughts writhing in hatred. She twisted the sheets and tightened her jaw. Her eyes skirted about her ceiling and found herself forcefully blinking.

Oh, she knew he used her to get closer to her brother. He made the mistake of believing that she was Dib's confidant, or worse, his sidekick. She had played along in his efforts to pry information she never really had, and they courted a friendship strewn in lies and forced smiles for a month before he realized she knew nothing.She remembered laughing at his stupid face, saying "Did you really think I would know about Dib's stupid plans to kill you? Did you really think I wouldn't know about your attempt at friendship with me?"

He said nothing, but his tense shoulders and cold glare said it all.

She had given him a grin and folded her hands on the lunch table. Their eyes were in brief deadlock before he growled, "I congratulate you for reading my perfectly hidden intentions Dib-sister. I guess since you know now, it would be useless to put up with you further. I would say it's been fun being "friends" with you, but, well...it wasn't."

She remembered how he practically leaped off the table in anger afterwards, and she had watched him haughtily march out of the cafeteria.

She remembered thinking to herself, good riddance. What an A-hole.

Gaz shook her head until the memory went away. That day was playing like a broken record and the more she tried to move past it, the more it liked to creep back into her train of thought. That was what really pissed her off.

She grunted and sat up abruptly. Usually when she pent herself up in silent hate, she had to go blow off some steam. Gaz thought of her options…. he was off who knows where doing who knows what. He may not be home and she didn't feel like leaving her brooding nest. Dib has nothing to do with it, so using him would be inefficient.

Her hands ached to inflict pain, and as she mulled over her final option, a glint of faux metal graced her eyes.

She smiled and reached out towards her old friend, her fingers stroking the edges. It had been sitting beside her, waiting to be used.

All she had to do was start.

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Guys, before you say anything, it's NOT what it looks like. Gaz isn't about to do what you think she's gonna do, she knows better than that.

I was thinking of making this a one shot where Gaz goes over her thoughts and *gasp* feelings, but raking through Gaz's mind takes a whole lot more than one chapter. Plus, I liked how I wrote it the last lines to be purposefully misleading, muahaha

and please don't forget to leave me your delicious critique and comments for me to obsess over, they give me life :D