What Mom and Dad had was beautiful. She once wished for something like that. People like him turned that dream to ash.
She punched and punched. He stopped moving. Why was she born into such an ugly world? Why couldn’t she be selfish like everyone else?
His face caved under her blows. Finally, something bent to her will. Her fist drilled though his skull. Jade’s blood sang. His head became bloody ground beef flecked with small hard pieces. She punched concrete. She needed to stop. Her body wouldn’t listen. Sharp pain slid up her arms. Stop. Gore splashed into her face. Stop. Her body froze.
Jade stood back. Her fingers were broken, so were both wrists. Her hands gained several erratic heartbeats. Blood pounded at her fingertips.
Jade kicked the body. He had killed her dream. Why did her hands shake? Why did her heart pound? Why did Mom and Dad look at her in disappointment and disgust?
Jade jumped from the body to lean against the wall. She wanted to be ill, to vomit and rid herself of this gut-tightening ache
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