Do you think I've shown you all there is to know?
Do you think I cannot surprise you anymore?
Do you feel comfortable in your "knowledge" of what to expect of me?
You will be surprised.
In the deepest silence of the night, when you sleep comfortably, snuggling into your cushion, I will come for you.
I will make you pay.
Every word uttered to hurt me.
Every glance made to make me cringe.
Every insult flung at me to make me feel bad.
Every gesture made to make me flinch.
They are coming back to haunt you.
They will help me get my revenge.
My anger will be hot like a poker left in the fire.
My hatred will be cold like the blade I am goiing to cut you with.
I will not be nice.
I will not be understanding.
I will not stop.
You will be dead.