Old apartment, draft from the open balcony, glasses broken into smithereens and blood-like wine on the floor...

-Is this what we wanted, Jennifer? I whisper low and hoarsely, holding my head in my hands, while the girl sits in the corner and quietly sobs, wiping tears from her swollen eyes

"I hate you, Daphne!" She screams impulsively and nervously, squeezing her tangled hair with her hands