Novel & Cerita I Can Make Her Worse

Desperate. ‘She's slipping away,’ he snarls, raking at my control. ‘We're losing her.’ "I know," I mutter under my breath, gripping the edge of the counter. ‘Then do something!’ "I tried," I snap back, frustrated. "And I made it worse. I always make it worse.” A couple of heads turn my way, but I don't care. The bartender gives me a wary glance but doesn't say anything. I down the third shot, slamming the glass on the counter harder than necessary.

How else I could help her. I am going to work harder this time. And I'm going to make it up to all the years I have wasted.

she said. "You have guts ", I said. "You think I was going to let them use me? hell no". "Oh my gosh, that must have been so terrible ". "It only gets worse ", she said again.

I said, placing a comforting hand on her thigh. "You don't get it. I never treated her like a mother, and all she has done is treat me like a daughter. Now she's gone forever." The tears came back. sobs racked her body. I was ice cold as I stared at her. I hated that she felt this way. I wish I could do something to make her feel better. anything. "I am a terrible person. I am a terrible person." "I'm a terrible person. I have no good in me."

Despite her pitiable condition she was still acting arrogantly as if she owned the world. There is no end to her arrogance. She is annoying as hell! I sighed inwardly. I don't want to fuel her anger by retaliating. Right now, she was already at the lowest moment of her life, no need to slam her face on the floor making her lost her sanity completely.

Doing this to her will prove to myself that I'm capable of doing anything, I mean anything to anyone who wronged me who gets in my way. I never wanted to do this but she pushed me. She pushed me to be the person I am today. I don't like the new me. I'm not a murderer, I don't kill people or even shoot people for that matter. If people can't appreciate the nice me, they will learn to love the fucked-up me!

I whimper. "Back up or I will get fucking trigger happy",She really has lost her shit

Isa continued. “I’m tired of people saying that. Because you say that and then this happens. Its like saying she’s strong and she only gets worse and worse—” I said before Wu’s eyes widened. “Worse before it gets better” She added and i shook my head. “No, this is not what it is, Wu. She’s actually getting worse and you don’t know how long she’s going to be on a ventilator or when she’s going to open her eyes” I replied.

“I didn’t mean to make it worse.” “You didn’t make anything worse,” I assured her. “I’m just… dealing with some complicated stuff right now, and I took it out on you when you didn’t deserve it.” Jessica’s face brightened considerably at that, and she bounced slightly on her toes. “Want to watch something awful to cheer you up? There’s this reality show about people fighting over wedding dresses, and it’s so bad it’s kind of hilarious.” The offer was sweet, but I was still too wound up to be good company for anyone.

“That’s not going to happen.” “It is.” “It’s not.” “It is,” I insisted, grabbing my shoes. “And when it does, I’m going to sit there and eat cake and enjoy the show.” “You’re horrible.” “Thank you.” She stared at me like she wanted to throw something else, then gave up, shaking her head. “I can’t deal with you today.” “You never can.” “Because you make everything worse.” “Because everything is already worse,” I shot back, and that one landed, I could tell, because she didn’t reply, she just turned away again, biting her lip like she was holding something in.