Angela screamed with triumph, tore the box open and grasped the putrefying black mass of human flesh from inside. She leaped up wildly and turned to face the creature. Esme squeezed her fists closed so tight, blood ran from between her fingers. She redoubled her efforts to get inside of Angela, but managed again to only push her about a foot backward. Angela didn’t slow down a bit. “Got it!” she screamed, and she bit down hard as she could on her tongue, sawing with her teeth, severing it from the root. She spit the tongue which had helped her utter so many words of hate and love throughout her lifetime onto the earth floor. Her head screamed with the pain of a thousand exploding suns. Blood flooded through Angela’s teeth and lips as she …show more content…
It wanted to lodge itself in her throat and eject itself amid the flood of claret which was spilling down her chin and neck. And then it was down, and it felt like a nuclear explosion inside her head. Like a hundred angry wasps fighting for dominance over the hive. She felt reborn. The creature screamed again, but for Angela, it was fading into a muted palette of sounds as the ghosts above sighed with relief and victory in her head. Memories came flooding back to her. Not only hers, but from those above as well. She knew. She knew everything and the knowing filled her first with sadness, then with anger. Memories of every time the witch controlled someone and made them do terrible things. Memories of hate and depression and disgust and rape and death. These were the things Esme Delapaz thrived upon. A sick nectar which poisoned as it sustained. She understood the power the creature had once held and felt it overtake her body. Angela looked to the creature who looked so pitiful and weak now, compared to the ever-powerful creature which had been inside her head growing up. She tried to feel sorry for her, but couldn’t. It wasn’t right what those boys did to her. But it didn’t make it okay to hurt and abuse everyone else in life because you got a fucking raw