The code reeling backwards through her mind, she snapped her eyes open and sat up in the chair. She was away from the nightmare, away from her so-called friends. Away from love, away from comfort. Away from her home.
The rejection was too much for her to bear. Another had touched her heart, gained her trust, and then ripped it out. Time and time again she had fallen for the same treachery---she thought it was in the past. To learn from the past is to not repeat it; yet she had set herself up just as willingly. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me fifteen times over..
There was no one in the world she hated right now more than herself. Her rage and desperation, fueled by the intoxication that had not yet left her body; she sought an outlet for her emotions. An outlet, quite literally.
Her eyes and mind fixed upon the jack chord, the wretched device that made a perfect scapegoat for her pain. Yes, it was because of this construction of currents and wire that her life was so miserable. Nevermind the good times.
With one leg propped up on the chair she extracted her right arm, hiking up her sleeve with the other. In a swift movement she reached across and unhooked the plug-in so that the jack chord hung freely. With no time for second thoughts, she jerked the wire closer, steading it for a moment with her left arm bend, ready to strike. Nevermid the agony, the painful crawl of time, as she proceeded to short the wire by driving the jack into her arm. Nevermind the tears that scorched the shuddering muscle of her wrist.
Wolfess smiled. She would be out of commission for a while.
