Playing God
By Buzby
She was thrust, unknowingly into a world of anger. Pushed from her haven, into a place filled with raw emotion. Sensory overload was inevitable and he sat back, eager to observe. He watched with glee her first stirrings of emotion, and delighted in her first heartbreak. He sent her friends and family, allowed her to trust, and eventually rely upon these people that he toyed with like laboratory rats. Then one by one, he took them from her, leaving her alone. And the best part - for him, was that regardless of all the bleakness, the sadistic torment of the angst filled life he had wreaked upon her, though he had sent her less joy than despair, she clung to that tiny piece of happiness and thanked him for it. Never mentioning the pain he had caused as she sunk to her knees each night and prayed to him for forgiveness. Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 02:53 AM PST 0 • 13
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