Dark Thing: Hello Violet.
Me: Go away, I know why you’re here.
Dark Thing: No one’s home Violet and theres so much glass on the floor…
Me: I am going to clean up the glass and throw it away now
Dark Thing: Don’t do anythingÂ rashÂ nowÂ Violet.
Me: What you’re asking me do is rash.
Dark Thing: Oh Violet…
Me: Stop saying my name
Dark Thing: Does that bother you…Violet?
Me: Go away, I’m not going to talk back.
Dark Thing: Yes you are. Pretty little Violet with lips that taste like cherry pie…
Me: STOP IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dark Thing: I’m not going to stop, Violet.
Me: Yes, you are!
Dark Thing: Hush Violet, just do what I’m telling you to do. Pick up the glass shard.
Dark Thing: Violet…
Me: I’m not picking it up, so you might as well just go away now.
Dark Thing: You’ll pick it up. Don’t you want to feel the cold glass against your skin, feel the blood rush out of that wound like a wave? Feel your eyes roll back into your head like your going to black out?
Dark Thing: I know you don’t mean that, Violet.
Me: I’m not your play thing, you can’t tell me what to do.
Dark Thing: Yes I can, I’ve been doing it for 8 years, no need to stop now.
Me: Yes there is, I’m not listening anymore
Dark Thing: Come on Violet, be a good girl for me
Me: I am a good girl, which is why I’m not listening to you anymore
Dark Thing: Pick up the glass, Violet!!!
Dark Thing: *sigh* Violet, pick up the glass…Please.
Me: Don’t say please, just don’t say it.
Dark Thing: Violet, I’m asking you nicely now, pick up theÂ shard of glass.
Me: *crying, crumpled up on the kitchen floor* Look, I’m bleeding, alright? Theres blood on my hands, ok? Please, just go away.
Dark Thing: Thank you