[ Her fingers dig into her palms, thinking over those words. Would she believe that of Pizzazz? Or Jetta and Roxy? Is it only because she's soft that she's not like one of them—
The memory of what Jenna said to her echoes throughout her mind. Makes no difference to me she hears her saying, watching her walk outside to her death. The hurt wells up inside of her once again and she takes one of the metal pipes ripped apart from the stands before she starts hitting anything that isn't alive in her sight. ]
Being nice is what got me here in the first place! I—I'm sick of it... I'm sick of— [ She can't finished that sentence as she lets out another cry, this time it sounds a little like a sob. ]
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The memory of what Jenna said to her echoes throughout her mind. Makes no difference to me she hears her saying, watching her walk outside to her death. The hurt wells up inside of her once again and she takes one of the metal pipes ripped apart from the stands before she starts hitting anything that isn't alive in her sight. ]
Being nice is what got me here in the first place! I—I'm sick of it... I'm sick of— [ She can't finished that sentence as she lets out another cry, this time it sounds a little like a sob. ]