accio_belle
// let's teach the pitiful children! //
"Being your friend is not, nor will it ever be, a priority. I am not your acquaintance, I am your adviser--from now until the day you die."
With those words, the SQUIP blinked out of existence. AJ was left standing alone in her room, feelings of confusion and embarrassment and humiliation already beginning to bubble up inside her.
"Well, ain't you just a son-of-a-bitch?" AJ mumbled to herself. Hot tears immediately filled her eyes, coursing down her cheeks. She bit her lower lip to keep it from quivering.
Emotions roiling in her stomach, she shoved her dresser drawer closed, the wood rattling against the wall. Her head pulsed, her legs shook, her body flushed with angry heat.
AJ flung her pajamas onto her bed and began to strip her day clothes off. She shut her eyes tight as she changed, determined not to let the SQUIP see anything. A low wail built in her throat, wavering as she finished changing, shut out her bedroom light, and crawled under her blankets. She pressed her face into her pillow, muffling her sobs.
Tomorrow, she vowed. Tomorrow she'd figure out a way to get rid of that stupid fucking SQUIP for good. She'd had it for less than three hours and was already tired of its god complex, holier-than-thou bullshit.
But the thought of being left with her thoughts again only made her cry harder. She folded the pillow around her ears, wishing with all her strength for everything to just stop.
Humiliated and utterly alone, AJ cried herself to sleep.
With those words, the SQUIP blinked out of existence. AJ was left standing alone in her room, feelings of confusion and embarrassment and humiliation already beginning to bubble up inside her.
"Well, ain't you just a son-of-a-bitch?" AJ mumbled to herself. Hot tears immediately filled her eyes, coursing down her cheeks. She bit her lower lip to keep it from quivering.
Emotions roiling in her stomach, she shoved her dresser drawer closed, the wood rattling against the wall. Her head pulsed, her legs shook, her body flushed with angry heat.
AJ flung her pajamas onto her bed and began to strip her day clothes off. She shut her eyes tight as she changed, determined not to let the SQUIP see anything. A low wail built in her throat, wavering as she finished changing, shut out her bedroom light, and crawled under her blankets. She pressed her face into her pillow, muffling her sobs.
Tomorrow, she vowed. Tomorrow she'd figure out a way to get rid of that stupid fucking SQUIP for good. She'd had it for less than three hours and was already tired of its god complex, holier-than-thou bullshit.
But the thought of being left with her thoughts again only made her cry harder. She folded the pillow around her ears, wishing with all her strength for everything to just stop.
Humiliated and utterly alone, AJ cried herself to sleep.