Worthless

She marched into the room, head held high-high-higher, heels click-click-clicking, stepping down, down, down the aisle, jumped onto the stage, and took her rightful place above the podium. She looked down upon the fully filled hall and not a single nerve was even slightly unraveled. She knew precisely what she was doing. She was more than ready. She surveyed around, dropping her eyes right onto every-single-head filling the room. All around. All around onto him. She stared. She forced him with her fiery gaze to lift his cowardly eyes off of the fucking floor. She pushed him to look at her. Made him maintain contact. Made him like he once made her. Like he once pushed her. Like he once forced her. Forced her to do things she was far, far too innocent to even imagine. He poisoned her with his bitter lies. He left her speechless, suspended in nothingness. She was so terrified. So humiliated. She could barely...could barely whisper the truth within the confines of her own skull.

Not anymore. She tore his restraints apart. She shattered the cage he threw her in. She would no longer be imprisoned by his irrelevant being. She was going to confess. Confess it all. Confess all of his abominations. She was through with his worthlessness. She stood on that podium, refusing to sit back down, and spoke every word of it all.

And he.

He was ruined.

Thrown out with the trash.

Thrown out where he belonged.

He-

He was nothing.