Strayer Safehouse

"Don't you think he's gone through enough? The lose of his best friend, his family dwindling to a handful... and now you, adding your problems onto him."

"You see what it is, don't you? Crest loves his pain, any pain, he enjoyed what he did to me. And you put him in pain. He's a masochist, and you're the pain that gives him enjoyment!"

OOC  I believe it's "loss" not "lose".   

IC  "You're not talking any sense!" I clearly don't understand what he's specifically talking about, but I know that he's telling me that I'm Crest's problem.

"He loves feeling hurt, and you make him pained. It's your fault he's like what he is."

"No... I make him happy!"  My voice rises and I start to get irritated.  At least... I hope I make him happy...

"No, you scar him the deepest..."

"And just HOW do I do that?!"

"I already told you... you add your own problems onto him. Your burdens become his."

"He breaks his back to make you happy... literally."

"That's not true!"  But a part of me is believing that he's right... Which is making me even angrier on the outside, my abilities getting more out of control.

"In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say... you like him being like this. Cruel and harsh..."

I turn to face him, anger in my eyes, almost looking like my dad does, "That's NOT true!! You don't know anything!"

"He's a serious strayer dogmatically bound to an asinine creed and tries to hide the guilt of what he does with pleasing you. What part do I have wrong?"

Feeling my calm slip, I make his arm twist backward with my mind, "Shut up!!"

Sylvester yelled out, hardly being able to take the pain of what he's gone through today let alone this new addition to his torture.

"You don't know him!! You don't know anything!!"  I twist it back until it starts to break, losing myself.

Crest runs in after hearing a series of yells,

"SAM!"

OOC gtg sorry bye!

OOC  Noooo!!!  D:  

Bye!

IC  I turn around to face Crest, my hair blowing in my face.  When I hear him, sanity slowly crawls back to me.  I look down at my hands, shaking, immediate guilt and shame following.  I don't even look at Sylvester, knowing what I did.  Tears start to well in my eyes as I run out of the room, feeling like the worst person this world can have.

Ooc crouch: "too late! Own that title!"

IC

Crest makes sure Sylvester is still tied down before running out to her, "Sam, what did he say?"

"I'm a terrible person, Crest..." I say through sobs.

"Why would you say that?!"

"You saw what I was doing! I broke his arm... I'm weak... I push all my problems on other people..." I fall to my knees, crying my heart out.

"Sam... If that's what being a bad person is, then I'm pure evil..."

And now I feel even more terrible or making him think that. "No... You're not..."

"Yes I am! Look at me, I tortured Sylvester in there. I failed to save Helm and now he's the monster he is because of me! The entire family is on the verge of destruction because I failed!"

"You're not bad, I am. And don't try to tell me different."

I shrink down, "I'm sorry... I'm always this sensitive..."

"Sam... Just please... "