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Evil is a disease spread through force. Something not simply picked up through air or food or bugs. It’s borne through chains. Transferred via angry, selfish, hands. Passed through bullets and needles and sharp edges. Evil has a different infliction on everyone. Some people become the embodiment of the disease, the carrier, they willingly pass it around- misery loves company. Others become the embodiment of the symptoms, the broken, the sick, the dead.
She knew evil. He carried it in his blood shot eyes and greasy hands. In the point of every injection. In the steel of every key. She wondered when it would seep its way into her own DNA and take control of her brittle bones. He promised her it would. Promised he would break her. She sometimes wished it would. Maybe then he’d leave her to die in peace. She didn’t think she’d be a carrier if she was infected. Carriers had power. Like every one of his friends that showed up. An ability to take control. She never had that.
She tried to willingly succumb to it herself. The rare occasion a metal tray clattered on the table next to her, holding scraps of old food. She began to ignore it. Turn her head, ignore the rumbling in her insides, apologizing to her body for being just another abuser. Her body was his to use though, and if this was the one thing he’d allow her to control, she would take it. She never quite managed to starve herself occasionally even her own hunger managed to best her in control. She was a failure even at dying.
Instead, she’d lay silently on the dirty hospital bed and fantasize about deaths gentle lullaby coming to wrap her in peace. One day, it would come, and that day she’d be saved.