Continuation from this thread with @thatonefrenchwitch !
“———!!!!” The attack the entity had bestowed upon Josephine and the sound of her body hitting the wall was enough to finally make Scarlett react.
It was frustrating; part of her felt oddly connected to that blazing wrath that hurt her friend before her eyes. It was like a slap to her face. After all, wasn't that was what always meant to happen whenever she'd let her emotions flow? Exactly why she had to keep them hidden, locked up, masked and...!
...away from her, so she could escape from them until they would eventually catch up again. Like now.
Right then, Josephine stood up and gave a brief speech to the spirit, leaving Scarlett dumbfounded. There was some guilt in letting that fierce monstrosity that her emotions summoned simply harm her friend while she could do nothing to stop it or fix it out of, what, fear?
...Pathetic, a female voice echoed in the back of her mind.
Nevertheless, the Ghoul looked at the witch with shy admiration, before flinching once more when the attention was on her again. 'Why are you filled with spite?' What a broad question that was.
Putting her emotions into words... how tortuous could that be?
“I...” A very small voice came out. Which of all emotions was taking over, and which was letting her speak? Her amethyst glance faced the flaming beast, and it burned, as if it was branding that image into her mind, but she dared not look away.
“——I didn't want to die.” She started, shrugging the tension away for a moment. She could already feel a weird knot in her throat, yet she continued. “...And I didn't want to come back to life...” A shaky sigh, “I didn't want to be a mere test... I didn't want to be left alone... I didn't want to be taken away, I didn't want to serve someone else, I didn't want to get used to it, I didn't want her to die——!!!”
Each statement spoken more intensely than the last, her voice was raising, the fear turning into frustration and the tension came back and now threatened to come out in the form of warm tears.
“——I didn't want to be useless and I didn't it to hurt this much! I didn't want this Hell to keep going and I wish I could forget but I cannot! I didn't want... this.” A hand got a grip of her shirt, the fabric around her chest wrinkled, as if she tried to grab a heart that was hurting despite not beating. “I never wanted this...”
Slowly, she stood up, almost stumbling in her weak legs. It hurt to speak, it hurt to think, everything was hurting. But she kept going.
“...and who ever cared? No one.” She scoffed, shaking her head. “No one cared. No one asked what I wanted... ever.” Whatever sadness her voice reflected suddenly turned into a very resentful tone; albeit not very high in volume, it was like she was growling. “The world didn't want me here, and now it doesn't want me to go... But it's my turn to not care. My spite does not come from one person alone. The world itself has wronged me... And yes...”
She stepped in, facing the spirit from up close.
“Perhaps I only want it to burn. That's why you came here, you are what's inside of me. How dare you imply I don't know about anger!?”
“I only want to give back what this world has given me.”