Kayla curled her lips in irritation, before moving around Deanna so that she had no choice but to look her in the eyes. Luckily, they were far enough away from the doors to the main entrance that they weren't a hindrance to anyone. "No. You need to understand. It wasn't that YOU couldn't make me happy. It was that *I* went to a dark place."
She sighed and dragged her fingers through her short peroxide blonde hair, knowing that this would probably be the only time that she'd be able to let this all out.
"I... I'm a victim of domestic abuse. My whole life I've been told I'm worthless. Been hit. Hurt. Broken bones. You've seen the scars. I’ve trusted the wrong people." She took in a breath and let it out slowly. “And before I was hurt, I would have NEVER done that to you. But AFTER? I was just so full of anger… RAGE… I hurt people, Deanna. I hurt GOOD people. Hit them. I couldn’t control myself, and I knew, above everything else: That you did NOT deserve to be a victim like me."
Kayla looked down, feeling the tears stinging her eyes, "Do you understand now?" She murmured.