Writers block recently. I wrote this a while back but didn't really like it much but now I've decided to put it up. Hope you like because I kinda don't...enjoy!
From the very dark depths of my once passionate heart, "I loathe him".
It's that simple. I am obsessed. I am foolish...very foolish.
Even now I can't tolerate him any longer. But it's not up to me anymore, it's for her to finally understand.
Yes, Her. She took over me when I had been into that vast darkness. She ruined everything. My life. My career. My mentality. My body! She ruined it all.
But we have a connection, so I am able to see and feel everything that happens to her.
All I can say is, I feel pity for her. Shes so naïve, so childish, so trustworthy, so...so incredibly stupid. I can see the way he treats her, like a toy. He was amused at first, but then he started getting bored and abused it. Every once in a long while he'll show interest but the gag is just the same, he eventually gets bored again. She, however waits on hands and knees for his attention, His Attention! How ridiculous! Can't she see he doesn't love her? No, she's too freaking stupid to notice! And after all her work for his attention the way he gives it is through his fists and kicks!
He's just angry, it was my fault for bothering him...
No, she's just an idiot.
I notice fresh bruises blooming on my body, again? I'm tired of this. I want to go back home.
There were rare times when I was able to go home, but she was too strong and she always went back to him. I try to beg and plead with her but she never listens. I ask her to ask that Batman for help but I think she misinterprets my pleads as hatred because she always curses him whenever I ask.
It hurts, but I'll be fine...but they'll leave a mark for a while...
Shes looking at herself in the mirror, I look too. But the reflection is different from when I was out there.
This woman, her hair is like my own, very bright, very shiny, yellow hair, but her hair was put in a very childish way, pigtails. Her eyes are similar to mine, deep ocean blue that sparkle in the light. Her skin was very much alike my own, except that my skin was never covered in old scars and bruises. How could she let this happen? I had such a promising future, and she destroyed that for me, No, for us.
Last thing I remember? Well I was a doctor, it was a few months after I finally got hired after my internship there. I was full of hope then, but the last thing I remember was walking back to my office after having a therapy session with that Clown.
right it was him. He made this other me go insane, obsesses, dumb. It was his fault for screwing with our head and hers for letting this happen...it was my fault. I should have been stronger. If I was maybe I would still be a doctor and not some lowly toy to that clown. I really hate myself now.