The girl who learned how to hate [ENG]

Titel: The girl who learned how to hate
Språk: Engelska
Typ av text: Fanfic
Antal kapitel hittills: 1
Färdigskriven: Nej
Rating: PG
Beskrivning: En flicka som gör fel val, och dras med in i mörkret.

I would have described myself as a happy and cute young girl. Maybe a bit shy, but still surrounded by many friends. Boys adored me. Can’t blame them, I was beautiful. Then something happened. She, the new girl came. And everything changed. Exactly everything. I don’t know what happened, I was nice to her, I let her into our group, never said one mean word to her. But how did she thank me? By spreading lies about me, by laughing behind my back, and manipulating my friends to be just like her. For the first time in my life I felt it. I felt pure hate.
After she’d taught me how to hate, there was nothing anyone could do. The hate grew. It grew stronger in me, I could feel its growing strength everyday, while my old self was getting weaker and weaker.
Soon the hate started to affect the people around me. They could sense it. As soon as I stepped into the room, everyone went silent. People started avoiding me. My sister became scared of me, she hasn’t said a word to me for years. My pregnant mom didn’t want me to get to close to her baby. I guess she thought I’d curse him or something. Well, she came pretty close to the truth.
Then my few still loyal friends left me. I was all alone. Just me and the hate. But then I found him.
Suddenly everything changed, he told me I could be whoever I wanted to be. I could be beautiful, and loved, and worshipped by everyone. I could be just the way I had been. As long as I did what he told me to.
I loved him. He was the first one for a long time to actually make me feel like worth something. But he got me to do things I’d never have done before. Bad things. Mean things. I hurt the people around me. But every time I did what he told me to do, he was thankful. He told me how great and lovely I was, and how much he needed me. So I stayed with him.
But after a while, he wasn’t so happy with me anymore. If I failed he punished me. He tortured me. If I succeeded he just wanted more. And more, and more.
I tried to get rid of him, I moved away, started over, but he was still there with me. I tried to run away from him, I tried to drown him, I even tried to vomit him out, but he just wouldn’t leave. Desperately I cut my wrists open, hoping for him to bleed out, but he didn’t. He just wouldn’t leave me.
He hated me for it, he told me how unthankful I’d been after everything he’d given to me. And I could do nothing to defence myself.
They realized something was very wrong. They thought I’d gone mad. They took me to see all these people, but no one could help me. No one could make him go away.
One day my mom sat down beside me. She had tears in her eyes.
“What happened to her?” she asked. “What happened to that sweet little girl I once used to know?”
“He killed her” I said. “He killed her.”

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Tack, hade inte planerat någon fortsättning, men skulle säkert kunna skriva någonting mera

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Kapitel 2

”You know that it doesn’t have to be this way”, she said.
I looked at her, amused. Who was she to tell me how I should behave and feel? She didn’t know him, how he could manipulate people, and how he threatened me. She had probably never even met him!
“You know you’re not like him”
No, not yet, I thought.
“You are not a killer”
I raised mu eyebrows. What did she just say?
“You don’t know what I’m capable of”, I whispered.
“That’s the first thing you’ve ever said to me”, she said and smiled. “I guess we’re finally moving forward a bit!”
I just looked at her with my dark eyes that were filled with hate and pain. If this was what she called “moving forward” I should be as good as new in just a couple of weeks, shouldn’t I?
“You know you’re not in this alone”, she said and gave me a look that was supposed to be comforting, I guess. “Honey, you’re scared. I can tell. And I understand. This is nothing a girl your age should be going trough.”
I gave her a look filled with hate. “I am not scared”, I snarled. “You should be scared. You should be scared of me. And him.”
She went silent. I guess she just didn’t know what to say anymore. What she thought had been progress, had actually only been me telling her what he told me to say. When she finally let me go I walked straight out of her office. When I was outside and alone I burst into tears. I hoped he wouldn’t catch me crying, but at the same time I knew he had already known this. He knew I was weak. He knew I wouldn’t be able to handle the pressure. He probably just waited for the right moment to get rid of me. But he wouldn’t just let me go and join the others again. He would kill me. That’s how he acted.
She had been right. She had been right about almost everything. I was scared. He scared me. He really did. And I guess that I wasn’t a killer. I’ve never killed anybody. And I hoped I wouldn’t have to either. But knowing him, I’d have to do so sooner or later. Or he’d kill me.
But there was one thing she didn’t know a bit about. She thought I could get rid of him, just like that. That I could just leave him and become my old self again. She thought I had many options. But my only options were become like him, or die. So, which one should I choose?

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