Trigger warning, say hello to our good friend. I know you all love her..

Everyone makes mistakes sometimes.

This, Remington will soon find out, is one of his worse mistakes of all.

The first mistake of the day is that he decides he can drive himself, even though he knows driving makes him anxious. He tells Andy he's going to the studio with his brothers. It's a straight up lie and he isn't even sure if Andy falls for it. It's such a shame that the man does. It doesn't once cross his mind that Remington might not be telling th truth. He's normally good at telling when the boy is lying. Such a shame he couldn't tell this time.

For the first hour or so in the car, he feels strangely calm, but the closer he gets to the desitination, the more he regrets doing this and not telling anyone. He should have told someone he was thinking about doing this. He should have talked about it. Everyone says he has to talk about these things. But he doesn't want to talk about these things.

He has to go through a security check, which means a stranger's hand is on him. He knows that's not going to be the worse thing to happen today. He knows he shouldn't be here.

The inmates are already sat down when he is let into the room. He sees her and his heart drops to the ground. God, she's so scary. Why is she so scary? Walking suddenly feels more difficult now he's walking towards her, like the ground is sticky and thick and he is weak and small. He can barely bring himself to sit down.

"Well well, who do we have here?" Holly taunts, elbows on the table, looking right at the boy. "Why the fuck are you here? I thought I told you never to visit me again. Or are you too stupid to understand that."

Remington winces at her harsh tone. "Why can't you leave me alone?"

"I'm in jail, Remington. I am leaving you alone."

The boy shakes his head. He knows she's trying to make him feel bad for landing her in jail. It works. "No, I mean your brother."

"What are you on about?"

"Your brother. You're making him attack me." He says it with so much certainty. "You're sick."

Holly laughs. "You're speaking rubish. I don't have a brother. How dumb are you?" It's been years, and still she feels the need to insult him in every sentence. It's hard to remember when she didn't do that.

"Stop lying. I know you're behind it. You told him to rape me." The word is bitter in his mouth. He can taste it like blood in the back of his throat. He's worried it's going to choke him.

The woman just rolls her eyes. She really hasn't changed.

"Why can't you just leave me alone? What did I do wrong?" He doesn't mean for it to sound so vulnerable, but everytime he's in her presence he's reduced into this scared, small version of himself.

"What did you do wrong? Do you really want an answer to that?" She doesn't give him time to talk before she's speaking again. It makes him feel sick. "You're so fucking pathetic, Remington. You take every little thing so personally. You got so upset that I was calling you fat when you were. Finally, you're looking thinner." The way she talks about his weight hurts so much more than it used to. Now he's been diagnosed with a real and serious disorder, it hurts that she has to tear him down and make him feel like it's all his fault. Maybe it really is all his fault. What if it's all in his head?

Remington furiously blinks back tears. "I wasn't fat," he manages to say, feebly trying to convince himself, too. What if he was fat? What if he still is? 

"Yeah you were."

"I wasn't. I was healthy. Now I'm unhealthy. You gave me anorexia."

She raises an accusing eyebrow. "You don't have anorexia. You're a man. You're fucking pathetic, Remington. It's just like you to blame your fucked up brain on some disorder that you obviously don't have."

It hurts to look at her. "Men can have it, too," he insists. "Just tell me why you're sending your brother after me."

"I'm not. You sound like such an idiot right now."

"Stop it."

"If someone is attacking you, give them my love."

Remington shakes his head. "Why are you so mean to me?"

"I'm not mean. You're stupid."

"Stop it."

The woman is smiling. "Stop what?"

Remington sees no point in answering anymore. It doesn't matter what he says, she'll always find a way to shoot him down and kick him until he can't breathe.

"Hello? You! I'm talking to you!" She snaps her fingers infront of him rudely.

The boy flinches. He has to force himself not to automatically cover his face with his hands. "Stop it. You're so awful, Holly. Don't you know how awful you are?"

"Awful, huh?"

"Yes, awful. You do nothing but insult me and you fucking hurt me so much and now you're trying to say I'm the fucking problem? What the fuck? I'm sorry, but you can't do that."

She rolls her eyes again. "You are the fucking problem! How do you not see that? You fuck up eveything, Remington! You're the reason everything in your life is goingw wrong! I onlu hurt you because you needed to learn a lesson!"

"SHUT UP!" Remington shouts, hitting the table hard with both his hands. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I WANT YOU TO DIE! I WANT YOU TO FUCKING DIE ALONE AND BURN IN HELL FOREVER! YOU'RE A FUCKING-" He's pulled out of the chair by security and screams. "KILL HER!" He begs, fighting back tears hopelessly. "PLEASE! KILL HER! I NEED YOU TO KILL HER! Please..."

Remington is dragged outside kicking and screaming. The security guard basically drops him  in the car park and the boy just sits there on the concrete ground, sobbing hard. All he wanted was for her to admit to it being her brother. Now he's even more confused and so full of self hatred he could jump infront of a car right this second without even thinking about it.

Why do such toxic people exist, he wonders, or is she right? Did I deserve it all?