"Will you just leave!" She exclaimed and strides away.
Indeed, she is acting like a child. It is a trauma manifesting from the age it was created. If she'd be aware that its the one responsible of her reaction right now. She won't allow it to took over. She'll act composed as she used to, just like she always do but right now the first things she needs to do is to process her emotions and stabilize her thoughts. She needs to rely to her coping mechanism.
People cannot always remove the stressors. So, people normally bend up until they reach the breaking point. If they break, then they'll try again. Up until they learn how to do it properly because that's what humans do, befriend and adjust based on the situations given. It is how survival works.
'What on earth is happening to me?' She thought like a big wound was torn open. She always get confused when it struck her or whenever it was triggered. This is her red flag. The toxicity she was hiding.
She went straight to the watchtower that is right in front of her. The gates, though open with signs showing that it is prohibited to enter. She still had entered.
Since she is clearly upset, the stubborness and rebellion side in her personality had overuling her whole system right and she is acting like a kid with a tantrums. Something shameless that she will regret later when she cool down.
The recklessness and wildness behavior, and that sassy and free personality, and all the paradox in her in total are something that the whole council needs to consider about her. It might be bothersome to others especially to those people who cannot stand her.
She is really hard to control. A ticking bomb, something. Untamable!
Trauma? Anxiety? Fear? Who knows?
Yet everyone in the council was supposed to be like that and she is no different. The council is a group of people who manage to grow in varieties.
Like most of the people in the world. It is God's little garden. Creations are created differently and uniquely, with similarities and differences but not too much as of a copy. Since, in this modern world eveything and everyone already looks the same.
The other members of the council have an overflowing intimidating auras and that is not because they are perfect, deserving, or special. It is because they are selected by the Supreme being, no other reasons.
They are not perfect saints but sinners who are being trained and nurtured individually in their own stregths even though each of them has their own weaknesses.
They also have their own likes and dislikes programmed naturally. Standards, attitude, personalities and upbrigings and problems. Everything who makes them who they are exactly. They also have their own ways of doing things and own ways of thinking, own ways of problem solving and reasonings.
She ended up entering the prohibited place and climb the old stone- stair case just to soothe her anger.
Just like that she forgots that she can see spirits that lately became tangible and accessible touch her.
She reach the upper room of the tower and starts to inhale deeply, trying to relax. She is watching the sunset right infront of her. She watched it up until dusk.
It should have stayed wonderful up until the twilights bid its farewell. She can see the whole city from that part and the spirit of death hpvering the area yet it was silent. No increased accident, indeed a little increase cases of death but such enormous dominion stays tame all this time. What is it waiting for?
It's like poison in the air. They are breathing and someone might be the next target to be its victim.
In the spiritual realms. It doesn't mean something looks good means it is actually good. Demons were once a beautiful angel with a beautiful voice. It doesn't mean that something looks hideous in our eyes it means it is evil. Only human's form was created accordingly alike and that doesn't limit what God can create. If God can create a talking plant, He can if He wants to. If He wants to make a talking crown, He will if He wants to.
God can if God wants to. If He created the spirit of death. He will send it if He wants to.
Is the angel of death and spirit of death evil? Or rather neutral? And just acts accordingly to the One who created it. God can if He wants to.
If He wants to end a life now. Do you think He can't? Or He won't? But He can. If He wants to.
"They are standing by" Liam suddenly appear from the background.
The emotional outburst of Debbie suddenly disappear for a moment and most likely forgotten ans set aside when she saw what's lingering around their city.
"Okay, this is the time you need to answer me she turn around facing him. Her fingers pointing directly to him like he is the one to blame.
"No one knows. I don't know and if I do and I told you, is there anything you can do about it?" Liam asked. Rage bating her, for her to speak up.
Debbie smirked sarcastically. "Of course, you cannot do anything at all. You fool me! You are not even there when I was about to get ambushed earlier, huh! " she blurted, trying to jeer the dating idea.
"You even want to make a fool out of me because of that dating! You really wanted me to look like a fool!" She burst into tears guilty of letting herself believe this liar.
She almost fell at the trick. She turn around trying to hide her shameful face. Her pride cannot take it.
"What did I ever do to you, to make me feel this stupid? What would you gain!? Did I do something against you? Is this what you said paying the debts or rather you want a playful revenge?! " she exclaimed.
Liam was silent until he finally have the chance to speak.
"You love making judgements in your own. Implying your emotions and beliefs making the people around you as those characters in your scripts. They are not the one that you created in your mind. Stop thinking that you are always right, not everything here will be willing to follow you. You are making your own stories, decisions and opinions on things. You are unaware that you are behaving like a slave to your delusions," he said bluntly with his arms crossed in front of his chest while leaning on his side.
"Did the mother and child came to the meeting?" Words came out of his mouth.
Debbie's eyes bursted to tears. He means the wife of her boss.
She slowly walks towards him, helpless and pathetic as she is with a cold trembling hands and knees.
She lean on his chest. "So, it was you?" She muttered.
He let her stay in that position while she cried relentlessly in his arms.
Debbie returned with Liam afterwards, with a pair of puffy swollen eyes.
Everyone was silent. No words needed. Everyone knows what happened. In their eyes, these two seems to figured it out. In the end, it was confirmed that they were dating.
She cannot clear the misunderstanding anymore but...
was there really a misunderstanding?
On their way back home, Debbie got a message from her sister, Anika, saying., "Do you want a new pet? heard from mom your pet died" she said on the text.
As expected from the queen of the jungle. Who raise a lot animals ever since they were kids.
Debbie sighed but somehow it brings her ease. Being with a family in this situation will really make it feels better. Previously, she was always alone but somehow right now, it felt completely different.