Michelle, Michelle... You are a monster from hell. Michelle ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:48 Sir Chloe

Annabeth was never known to be the jealous type.. Until she met you.

You were gorgeous. Effortlessly beautiful. She could only wish.

You were cruel with each shake of your hips, the look of your painted lips.

She would observe how you spoke, how you stood. How you breathed, or how you twitched.

Her jealousy became an obsession.

She became so infatuated with the idea of hating you, that it only progressed.

She was unsure if she despised you, or if she needed you. If that feeling in her gut was love, or hatred.

She yearned to touch you, to hold you. To break you, and ruin you.

She wanted to hurt you. She wanted to love you.

You were a monster. You were an angel.

How could anybody hate you? Gorgeous you, beautiful you? Bedazzling strips of hair, eyes like stars. Skin like a dolls, lips like red wine.

She wanted to be you. She wanted to make you disappear without a trace. She wanted to kiss every inch of your skin.

She wanted to hurt anybody who dared to speak to you, yet her anger boiled every second you were alive.

She was such a fool. She was going insane at the mixed feelings that brewed deep inside her chest.

Oh, how she was so confused.

Oh, how she needed you.