Parallels

Me Myself and I

They chased her down the long twisting halls "failure" "disappointment" those words meant nothing to her. Until the long shadowy figure approached, blood dripping from his arms, his nose, his mouth.
"Why. You ruined me. I did nothing to you, why. Was I not good enough? I promised to be good."
That's what broke her. The visual representation of all the pain and scars she caused, that broke her. She fell to her knees, tears falling down her face.
         "I'm sorry."

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  Avrille shot up, groaning as her neck and back were stiff. She had fallen asleep at her desk again. She pushed herself away from it. An unpleasant crunch rattled her ears as she stretched. She glanced around the lab. Empty. Alone. She stood up and sighed, walking out of the room slowly, moving her goggles atop her head as she left.
  "Clover!" She whistled. "Here boy!" The german shepherd dashed to the chemist, tail wagging as she put out his food. The other two dogs followed closely behind, yapping happily as she put down their food as well.
  Avrille watched with a smile as her dogs ate. She walked across the room to her liquor cabinet; pouring herself a glass of Rosé.
  "At least I have you three.." 
  She held the glass to her lips, about to take a sip, until a loud knock at the door startled her, causing her to drop her wine, and the dogs to shoot up, snarling.
  She stumbled to the door, glancing through the peephole.

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  "Can- Can I go now.. I still have to polish the tea set and I-.."
  "No."
  Avrille glared at the young boy in front of her. She needed to see if this would have any ill-side effects. She knew it wasn't humane, the way she was doing this, but she didn't care. She had a company to run. She had to make her parents proud of her, she had to show them that she could be successful in spite of everything. All the pain had to be worth something.
  "I- okay.."
  The young boy knew the danger he was in if he were to try to leave. He still had a scar from the last time he tried.. he didn't want to repeat what had happened. He didn't want to make anyone angry again.