*you don't own me

“My mind rebels at stagnation. 

Give me problems, give me work, 

give me the most abstruse cryptogram 

or the most intricate analysis,

and I am in my own proper atmosphere.  

But I abhor the dull routine of existence.

I crave for mental exaltation. 

That is why I have chosen my own particular profession,

or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.”

“I’M NOT A PSYCHOPATH.

                       I’M A HIGH FUNCTIONING

                                                                    SOCIOPATH.

Irene had pain all up her side for a few hours now, to say it was painful was an understatement. “..yeah” She commented, trying to sit upright. She had been laying in that position since it started. 

“Where are you going?” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Where is __?”

“And where, do you think, are you are going?”

“Who do you think you are?!”

“Who are you?” 

“Who is that?”

“Who did this?”

“Where are my __?” 

“How on earth did you manage to hurt yourself?” 

“How did this happen?” 

“How could you?!”

“What the fuck?”

“There’s nothing between us, is there?”

“How can I fix this?” 

“Do you need a hug?” 

“Is sorry not enough?” 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” 

“It’s over, isn’t it?” 

“How can someone of your size bleed this much?” 

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” 

“Is it supposed to hurt?” 

“How can you go off without me like this?”

“You’re not happy, are you?” 

“Why won’t you listen to me?” 

“How can we stop this?” 

“Can you just shut up?!” 

“Why are you bleeding?!”

“Do you think you can help me?” 

“Can you smile for me?” 

“Why are you so sad?” 

“Are you okay?!’

“What are you?” 

“Good, Meave Zsasz and Cain Zsasz sound nice together, are we doing middle names?”

“Good, Meave Zsasz and Cain Zsasz sound nice together, are we doing middle names?”

“That’s actually quite cute” Irene commented, smiling up toward Victor. “Corny but cute”

“That’s actually quite cute” Irene commented, smiling up toward Victor. “Corny but cute”