[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center]

Insults toward her were always the same and always unoriginal, but that didn't mean it didn't make her upset. It wasn't so much that the lashings themselves hurt, it was the fact that they were so off the mark. People looked at her and saw a rat in a gutter. She looked at herself and she saw a bird who was free. As the words came flowing out of his mouth, she would catch memories in them like sharp embers flying into her mind; the first time she was called a disappointment by her parents who just didn't understand, that disgusting man at that one party a year ago who just wouldn't take no for an answer. What came also were the countless rejections. Rejections from jobs, from teachers, and from anyone who saw her. They saw only what they wanted to see and didn't look any further. They were never interested in seeing who the real Sam was, but then again, if they did, would she even let them in? She had built a wall around her heart for the same reason that was being shown at that moment: it was hard to let anyone in when you are so used to rejection and hatred. 

The man stood, towering above her like an obelisk of everything that had beaten her down ever since high school. He embodied her insecurities, her enemies, and ignorant hatred in every way. A lump formed in her throat and her arms were tensely folded over herself. She felt a something sudden and unexpected as her anger turned less into a fire, but into lava that burned at her nose and tickled at her eyes. The woman's painted eyes began to water as if the anger was so great that it could push out tears. Shit, no! The woman stubbornly shook her head to stop the tears from falling. The one thing she hated about anger was that more times than not it came with tears that made her look weak. She wasn't about to shed tears in front of this asshole. No, she was going to teach him why he was wrong, whether she had to shout it to him or punch it through him.

A silence weighed in the air as what the man said hung there, a tense breeze blowing through the room. Sam worked in vain to gulp down the lump in her throat. It refused to go away and so as she began, her words were tainted with a fuming quiver. "[color=a0410d]So, that’s what you think when you look at me, huh?[/color]" The skinny woman attempted to add in a slight laugh, but it was so forced it sounded pathetic. Sam took another gulp, shaking her head and in a long moment forced her eyes to rise and meet his. Her eyes, though glossy, were full of flame as she said, "[color=a0410d]Well, you don’t know anything about me, do you?[/color]" Her jaw tightened and she shifted her weight from one hip to the other. Her voice showed the first signs of catching confidence as she went on. "[color=a0410d]Yeah, I drink, I smoke, and I like to screw, but that does [b]not[/b] make me the girl you described.[/color]" Her voice finally lost its quiver and her posture began to straighten as she continued to look the man right in his eyes as she made known something that had taken her a long time to believe, herself. "[color=a0410d]I am [b]not[/b] a trainwreck, I am [b]not[/b] a failure, and I am [b]not[/b] a fucking mistake.[/color]" Her rising in ferocity with each declaration, the heat punctuating each one. She took a moment to look at him to let that hang in the air to make sure he well understood what she said, before dropping her voice to say, "[color=a0410d]I’m just different from you.[/color]" She let this sit there for a moment before continuing on. "[color=a0410d]You see success in contributing one's life to society by going to school and then working a boring job that helps the world or whatever. You know what? I just never got that. Instead of having my life sucked away as a sacrifice to get approval from people, I’ve chosen to instead to take it for myself, to cherish it, and use it how I see fit.[/color]" She ended strong and in full faith of what she said. She continued with a tone that was a bit softer, but still held the unbreakable firmness which she held. "[color=a0410d]I have been a misfit all of my life because I see happiness in getting drunk and climbing a mountain. I see a perfect Saturday night in racing across farm roads at a hundred miles per hour.[/color]" She paused, remembering many of the unfounded insults that the man had thrown at her. Her tone became punctuated as she said this, "[color=a0410d]Oh yeah, and I also see beauty in making sweet love to a woman all night long.[/color]" She left little time for that to sink in before she really started to lash into him with this last bit, the temperature rising in the room to a higher level than had ever occurred before. "[color=a0410d]So, fuck you and your assumptions! If you’re satisfied by being held down by rules and obligations people force on you, go right ahead! Just don’t judge me for not finding comfort in being wrapped up in chains.[/color]" She finished with venom in her tone and confidence in her voice. Sam was shocked to find herself taking in heavy breaths with her anger still escalating. The heat she did not feel was centered around her hands as they stayed tightly balled up. The long sleeves of her leather jacket began to suffer as the material began to crack and shrink along her arms. Though she was aware of what was going on with her jacket, her focus never wavered off of the ignorant man with the bright blonde hair.

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