Yesterday was a really bad day. I always knew Rowe was planning something. I always knew he wasn't this fantastic, overly nice good guy he was trying to make himself out to be. He's a liar, a deciever, and he's a murderer. Don't ever, ever trust him. Ever.
From what I know, he threw a massive fit yesterday, spewing venom and making death threats upon a certain someone... Then he demanded to speak to Michael. I never even wanted Rowe and Michael to meet. I always thought it was a dangerous idea. I was almost starting to believe him, though; people were telling me he was okay, he was nice, he was polite. They don't know him like I do. They don't know the things he used to do. They don't know about the screaming and the blood and the begging for one's life. From what I read, he's asked Michael if he knew of a way to take over, once and for all. To shut me away for good. That's not gonna happen, damn it. No way! I'm gonna fight tooth and nail for the right, the privelage to remain here. This is my body, mine! There's no way he's gonna take it from me!
I'm just going to ignore him. Pretend he never existed in the first place. Goodbye, Rowe. Forever.
 Bleeding Apocalypse · Sun Mar 20, 2005 @ 04:30pm · 1 Comments |
