Shatter

"I hate you," she said to the girl in front of her. QuietGirl looked into SpeakGirl's eyes. There was sadness there.

"Honestly. Did you expect to get by for so long like this? Don't you realize," SpeakGirl continued, "that nobody likes you? Not a single one of them?" QuietGirl's lips quivered; it was hard to tell if she was angry or if she wanted to cry. Either way, she looked about ready to scream. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

"You're just pathetic. I mean, look at you!" SpeakGirl laughed. "You're absolutely worthless! You give nothing to this world, nothing but your miserably pitiful existence." SpeakGirl's voice lowered. "You sicken me." QuietGirl started to sob, silently. "That's right," SpeakGirl said, "just cry all your problems away. Though I don't know as if that'll work, you have so many." QuietGirl shook with wordless rage.

"Ha, you can't do anything to me-" SpeakGirl said, "you won't. You're just too weak. Look at me. I - I have strength, I have power." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm the only one with the power to damage you." SpeakGirl smiled. "I'm destructive." SpeakGirl raised her fisted hand into the air, bringing it down to where QuietGirl stood -

- and the glass shattered, broken, to the floor.