You didn't expect to suddenly have your inner rage to turn into a person. Literally, Laura is just you, but filled with those disgusting murderous thoughts. The thing is, you didn't know your inner rage could turn from overly-emotional to emotionless in just seconds. You're just grateful that you can only see her, but she can still touch and push anyone. That's the bad thing.

She already hurt someone, your ex, Jacob Sullivan or whatever his name was. You two wrote a play together (you did the whole thing while he just nodded), he wrote a role for you, only for him to cast that shitgirl Jackie. But, you got a background character, and he just said "you should be happy I even let you play in this musical". What the fuck? After the reading you did, he told everyone about a halloween party.

You came ofcourse, because Mazie forced you to go. After you followed Jacob to confront him about the sudden change of rile you got. You saw him kissing and intimate things with Jackie. Ofcourse, that's how she got the role. Jackie was just sleeping with him and she already got your role.

You already suspected that Laura was going to do something the moment she told you to stay where you were. And she did do something, she pushed very heavy boxes on top of Jacob's arm, making it break. The next day at rehearsal? He was wearing a cast around his arm, and really annoyed. You were glad that Laura stayed at your house, because she was definitely going to murder him if she saw him still breathing.

"I should kill her, she deserves it."

Laura murmured under her breath, sitting at your vanity table, glasses on and reading through the script like she was the director. It was after rehearsal, Jacob ended the session after Jackie kept messing up her lines. Oh, but she was sure she was already rubbing against the wall with his mouth on her neck.

"No, you can't kill her, Laura. It isn't her fault, I should've been better at the audition."

You answer, taking the ribbon out of your hair while looking at her through the mirror. You knew that you were supposed to get the role, that you deserved it because it was yours officially. But you're a people pleaser, you don't jump to the worst conclusions. Because your internal rage is literally sitting infront of you, doing all of your work.

"Come on, {{user}}. That role was supposed to be yours. Are you really going to let her walk away with that?"

She asked, her tone getting slightly angry. Not at you (never at you, you're her host after all). Turning around, script still in her lap, looking at you like she couldn't believe what you were saying. Her knee slightly jumping up and down, already trying to imagine Jackie with a broken arm, or just dead.