A/N: I made Alex a girl 'cause I couldn't imagine male Alex having tears streaming down his face. This is just an oneshot and I wrote it because sadly I live with the person I hate more than anything. He is my brother. For all you older children out there he has what is known as 'last-child-syndrome' well yeah, gtg bye
Disclaimer: I'm sure Anthony Horowritz isn't this full of hate
You know that feeling you get in your chest. The one that feels like it's squeezing your heart and all you want to do is cry, scream or murder. The one that tries your patience. The one that drives you insane. The one that makes you think of all the ways to kill a person painfully.
That is true hate.
The feeling that makes you lie in bed at night, while your fist curl into balls and blood droplets run down from where your fingernails pierce your skin. The one that makes you bite your tongue to keep from screaming as the tears make paths down your cheeks.
That is true hate.
True hate is when you realize you have to see that person everyday for the rest of your life and you start to think death is a better option. You imagine living in another country and kicking them far away. Every day you wake up wishing you could do something dreadful without getting blamed.
That is true hate.
Alex has finally taken care of that. There is no more hate in her life at least not for the moment. She had pulled open the door to Blunt's office and watched as his and Jone's eyes go wide two bangs that was all it took for there to be no more hate in Alex's life.