The most hateful girl in school was by far Sabrina. Her father was a drunk. And he hit her. She hated him for that, but also the whole of the world for having an easier life than hers. She hated the pretty people for how loved they were, hated the kind people because they couldnt help her. Hated herself for having the life she had. She hated love, happiness, and hope because she thought they were all lies.'
So when she woke up next to her boyfriend, whose name she couldn't immediately recall, feeling, good, hopefully, and happy, it came as a' bit of a shock. She brushed long thick brown hair from her eyes as she rolled out of a' ' nice bed, and planted her feet on a thick and warm carpet. Everything felt good, warm and loving and she sighed a warm and melodious sound from smiling lips. Her mirror reflected a beauty, uncorrupted by time or harm, with bright eyes and deep smile. She didn't think about pain, nor did she care about it, or the pain of others, she was happy and that was not to be disturbed.
She got up and looked at her closet, full of all the outfits and awards and things a girl would need in life, she was a cheerleader, on student council, and even on the debate team. Finally her boyfriend groaned and woke. As she saw him walk behind her in the mirror she recognized the fact that they made a cute couple and that also made her happy.
They went downstairs, her parents were gone, and that made her happy. Her boyfriend cooked eggs. She made them mimosas from her parents stash. He placed the eggs in front of her. She took a sip of her drink, and suddenly, as if a flip had been switched, began insulting her boyfriend in horrible ways, belittling him, insulting his cooking, the way he was in bed, suddenly her love had turned to a need to put him in his place. The room seemed to spin. She hadn't had much to drink at all, but a little was all she needed to be set off. It would take hours to return her to her normal sweet self, and until then the abusive bitch would have her way.'
