Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“What is it about me that makes you so angry?” I heard
Winter ask in a soft voice.
I raised my eyes, finally realizing she was straddling me on
the bed, two blades dug into my skin.
Kitchen knives?
I spread my fingers where my arms laid at my side, itching
to grab her and throw her off me. I knew I could do it before
she stabbed me, but…
I’d been concerned with my next move instead of
anticipating hers.
I remained still, the sheets cool and soft and the room
silent and black.
“What about me makes you so angry?” she asked again,
still just as calm.
“Three years,” I said.
Three years in jail for doing something she wanted me to
do.
“But it started before that,” she prodded. “In high school.
You terrorized me. Why? What did I do?”
I didn’t terrorize her. I never hurt her. I just wanted what I
wanted.
The points of the knives poked too hard, and my breathing
trembled.
“I was a kid,” she said, pain in her voice. “I thought I was
in love. I was a naïve, stupid kid. Do you know what it’s like
to think someone loves you and then you find out you were
nothing but meat?”
I curled my fists, taking the sheets with me as I shut out
my own memories that tried to spring up.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Yes, I did.
I knew what it was like to have horrible things being done
to your body, and watch it betray you and make you think