Monday, I was joking with my friends.
One of them, if I remember correctly, she is called Britney.
A fellow furry, or so she claims.
Asking for a hug and poking her sides, just as I do everyday.
On this day she threatened to claw my face off, jokingly I assume.
Instantly my expression changed from playful to "Take a chance, and try it."
When she seemed reluctant I told her to show me her hands as if they were claws.
She of course followed my instructions.
Her eyes widened as I grabbed her wrist and dug her nails into my skull.
The entire time she begged me to stop.
Drawing blood, she nearly started crying.
I've still the marks to prove it.
Her words, her pleading, choked with sorrow at hurting her friend, still now echo is my mind. She has since forgiven me, but she'll never threaten me again.
All in all, I hurt her much more than she hurt me that day, because physical pain is nothing compared to mental pain.
Though I did not apologize, because that would void my point.
"Say what you want, but unless you know what true pain is, shut your ******** mouth."
 Desilude · Thu Apr 14, 2011 @ 02:33pm · 0 Comments |
