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Submitted: February 11, 2018

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Submitted: February 11, 2018




The two men stood near each other. One of them had a very angry look on his face and was holding a little bottle filled with a smoky colored fluid. He swirled it around as he spoke.


“I certainly have every reason to be angry at them” he said.


“But this doesn't make any sense” the second person replied.


The first person darted them a look. “What's to understand? They have done me wrong and I will get my revenge” they said as they looked at the bottle, holding it up close to their face and swirling it around now as they examined it. He lower the bottle and looked at the other person again.


“But why? Why does it have to be this way?” the second person asked, confused by what they intended to do.


“I told you. They have done me wrong and I plan on getting my revenge. Its only right. They have wronged me and I'm...I'm” they said, trying to find the right words.


“You're what? You're angry? Is that it?” they asked, looking at the person and then at the bottle they held in their hand.


“Dam straight I'm angry. I am mad and I'm full of rage for what they have done. I can't forgive them for this” he said as he swirled the bottle around again while clutching it.


The other looked at the bottle again, his eyes getting wider. He looked up at the person who had a very angry look on his face, almost to the point that it looked evil in his anger and hatred.


“I don't know what to say? You sure you want to do this?” they asked, shaking their head now.


“Yes. I am. This will teach them to wrong me. I will show them not to mess with me. ME!” they said as they lifted the bottle closer to their lips. They took the cap off and lifted the bottle and tilted their head back as the swallowed up every bit of the liquid. Immediately they began to cough, letting go of the little bottle that fell to the floor. It rolled away from their feet. “What? Why do I feel this way?' they said as they clutched at their stomach, bent over in pain. They staggered off now to go lay down in another room.


The other person stood there mortified at what they had just witnessed, still shaking their head. They leaned down and picked up the bottle and read the label.


It simply said “Hate” and below that it read. “Warning : This product can be harmful if swallowed. Avoid contact with it at all costs. Poison of the soul.


He looked up again towards the door where the other person staggered off to. “Why on earth would you take poison thinking that it would harm someone else. It doesn't work that way” he said, silently to himself. He walked off shaking their head.

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