"Em, why are you not eating? You want me to feed you?" Tiara asked with a giggle.
I narrowed my eyes at her when she actually tried to feed me. My expression must have been cold, considering the loud gulp and wide orange eyes. I didn't care. Not one fu.cking bit.
I'm growing more and more tired of Tiara's games, but I can't ever seem to voice that the way I want to. I don't understand it, and it only adds to my never-ending confusion these days. So, I settled for dirty looks and complete indifference when it comes to anything Tiara-related.
However, the more confused I get, the more tired I grow of all this... the more angry I feel myself becoming. It's not subtle rage, or fury beyond imagination. It's different. It's a dark anger, waiting just beneath the surface, calculating, patientl
