Her name was Indigo Ocean. And these are the thoughts that ran through her head…
I did not like the way she walked with her shoulders hanging heavy, or the way she talked with her voice nagging… the way that she needed to cling to others because she had no confidence on her own. I did not like the way I found myself overanalyzing her and so I kept my distance.
She was an energy vampire. She thrived from the energy of others, maybe because she was so dead inside. She needed everyone to see her and hear her at all times… especially me… but why me?
I told her I will not change who I am just so that her insecure self can feel validated that I have nothing against her. Maybe I do or maybe I don’t. Why does that even matter to her?
She was so persistent, trying to steal my energy. She never gave up. Finally, one day I totally snapped, and BAM! I shoved her to the ground! I was baffled at how amazing that felt! I hovered over her, laying on the floor. I waited for her to get up, hoping she would shove me back, just so I could push her back harder. But instead, she grinned, and walked away with my energy. She did it! She took my energy! And that night I kept thinking of her, and I absolutely hated it!
The next time I saw her, I froze. She looked better, like she had more confidence now. She was pleased to know that I actually gave a damn about her. And she reached out, not to fight me, but to gracefully run her hand through my hair. And it felt nice.