Angela wasn't in the mood to deal with some sort of mouthy self-righteous teenage bitch right now. There was nothing for her to say right now, nothing that she could say or even cared to say. Her usually impassive facade had cracked right down the middle, and she wasn't even trying to hold back tears as she turned from where she had been standing and stalked out of the kitchen, right past whoever had opened the door, and toward the stairs.
you selfish, heartless, soulless monster
The words were ringing in her head as she made her way blindly through the lobby. Selfish, heartless, soulless, was that really what she was, what she had become? Did it really matter whether or not it was true if Nathan believed it to be true? Did Peter feel the same way? Was she doing anyone any good by even being here? Why was she even here?
Angela had only caught snippets of what that other girl had said, but clearly, she had absolutely no problem with killing her. Maybe that would be for the best. Maybe she had lived long enough. Maybe it was time for her to join the few true friends that she had ever had. Maybe sixty years was long enough. What was the point if the only reasons she had to live hated her?