This is not a prompt. Just something that came from my brain onto paper.

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        Her eyes turned bright and wild. Her lips curled up in a snarl and her eyebrows pulled down into a scowl.

        I have never seen her angry. She always kept her cool. She hated conflict.

        "Fuck you," she snapped, "I hate you."

        "I-" I started and reached a hand out to her.

        "No!" She yelled, smacking my hand away, "No! I've let people walk all over me for my entire life! I've kept quiet when all I wanted to do was scream. I've always hidden my anger and hurt underneath." she was fuming, pacing the room.

        "Why do you?" I yelled back. I wanted to keep her angry.

        "Because! Everyone's always freaking about how crazy bitches are! I wanted to surprise someone for once!" Tears started falling from her eyes but I knew she was still angry.

        "I hate it! I thought people would respect me for not getting mad at them, but no. They take advantage of that. They take advantage of my feelings." she was now pulling on her hair.

        "Then do something! Yell at them! Get mad! You're a human. Not an object."

        She started sobbing, with her hands tangled in her hair. I walked slowly to her and touched her arm.

        She turned and started punching my chest, screaming and pushing me.

        She calmed after about five minutes of sobbing and punching me. She leaned herself against me, her breath rugged and her body shaking.

        "I'm sorry." she whispered.

        I pulled away and leaned down to look into her eyes.

        "Don't ever be sorry. No more being sorry."