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The front door slammed open and the lights turned on when Alex angrily stomped into her apartament. She threw her black jacket on the couch and rushed to the bathroom cursing under her breath. She took a better look at her t-shirt in the mirror. Very visible brown stains covered it and she could still smell the coffe. Alex felt that her hands were still sticky and sore from the spilled drink. She turned on the sink and washed her hands in cool water. She felt more relief and comfort now. When she finished, she wiped her hands gently and glared into the mirror. She didn't pay attention to the angry grimace she made, she was just lost in toughts.

It was late evening and street laterns started lighting up. People were hurring homes after hard day. But Alex wasn't in a hurry. She walked down the street enjoying the evening and taste of coffe she'd bought nearby. She wanted to relax little before supper, paper work and going to sleep. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sound she hated the most. Two young men who apperently were drunk appeared a few meters away. It looked like they went out from near pub Alex often passed by. She never liked that place, especially, the people who spent their time there. She knew that they lacked of propriety and were always loud. She always felt strange anxiety when suddenly somebody popped out from the pub laughing and cursing loudly. She always was afraid of what they could do next. Fonturnately, she noticed those men sooner so she knew what to do- to ignore them and keep going. The men were getting closer but she didn't want to get out the way. She was supposed to take precedence not random drunkards. However, they got dangerously close and one of them elbowed Alex in the arm she held still full paper cup of coffe. She felt wet heat coating her hand and chest. The men didn't even notice what just happened. They were walking away laughing. For a few seconds she was staring down at her stained t-shirt. Then, pain and shock were replaced by burning anger and she turned around to the men.
"HEEY!" she yelled "Are you blind!!??"
They turned around with amusement and little surprise on their faces.
"What? I didn't do anything." said the one who had elbowed her.
"Hah, very funny!" she stomped towards them. "If it were a kid on my hands, would you say that too??"
"Woman! What's your problem!?" he was getting impatient "It wouldn't have happened if you had moved out of the way!"
"I should've moved out your way?!! You gotta be kidding!"
The other guy was just watching them. He looked pretty amused. If he had this opportunity, he would eat popcorn.
"Just leave me alone, okay?!" the 'offender' said irritated.
Alex snorted.
"Here's my little revenge, then." she replied and squished the cup in his direction. Hot liquid splashed his face and shirt.
The guy jumped back. He did not expect that. His friend gasped in shock but he seemed to be more entertained than indignant. It was typical. Every moron reacts in this way.
"ARE YOU CRAZY??" the first guy shouted wiping coffe away from his face.
Alex wasn't listening, she just walked off.

"That moron deserved more than that" Alex looked up at the mirror with surprise in her eyes. Her reflection was smirking ominously.
"I-It was just a stupid cup of coffe... I shouldn't have overacted..." Alex muttered.
The reflection snorted.
"But the truth is that you'd love to kick his ass once again. And even more painfully so he could remember who he dealt with" it replied. "You know very well that what you did wasn't enough..."
"Please, stop... I don't wanna go through this again..." Alex hung head. "Or else I'm gonna get into deeper crap..."
"Like you would care..."
"I am diffrent, okay?? I'm not that stupid kid I was before!"
"But people never change~" the reflection replied melodiously "You just blindly believe that you've changed but in reality your way of thinking has stayed the same."
"Stop that."
"Oh, are you gonna cry because you fail to find a good argument? So sad." the reflection grinned
"Stop!"
"What a crybaby!"
"I SAID STOP!" Alex's fist smashed the mirror turning it into small wall of cracks.
She was glaring at it letting the tears run down her cheeks. Then she realised something after a few hard breaths.

She didn't recall talking to anyone.

She was alone.

Just staring into the mirror.

Discovering her dark urges to do something irresponsible.

She wasn't a bad person.

She didn't want to be one.

She never wanted.

Sharp pain in her hand snapped her out of the thoughts. She looked down at it and saw small cuts covering her knuckles. Thin strips of dark blood were running down her fingers. It was so warm. Almost pleasant. But she knew that she couldn't think like that. It was sick!
She turned on the sink again and washed aching hand.
She knew that hurting people isn't right. Even in her mind. For once, she should swallow her pride and get over the fact that it's hard to change others' attitude...

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Have you ever had the urge to hurt somebody even worse than you did but it's too late?

EDIT:
Corrected some typos. I was writting it all afternoon 'till late night. I was too tired to notice them...

Okay, nevermind, it's just me having a bad morning.

Description
The front door slammed open and the lights turned on when Alex angrily stomped into her apartament. She threw her black jacket on the couch and rushed to the bathroom cursing under her breath. She took a better look at her t-shirt in the mirror. Very visible brown stains covered it and she could still smell the coffe. Alex felt that her hands were still sticky and sore from the spilled drink. She turned on the sink and washed her hands in cool water. She felt more relief and comfort now. When she finished, she wiped her hands gently and glared into the mirror. She didn't pay attention to the angry grimace she made, she was just lost in toughts.

It was late evening and street laterns started lighting up. People were hurring homes after hard day. But Alex wasn't in a hurry. She walked down the street enjoying the evening and taste of coffe she'd bought nearby. She wanted to relax little before supper, paper work and going to sleep. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sound she hated the most. Two young men who apperently were drunk appeared a few meters away. It looked like they went out from near pub Alex often passed by. She never liked that place, especially, the people who spent their time there. She knew that they lacked of propriety and were always loud. She always felt strange anxiety when suddenly somebody popped out from the pub laughing and cursing loudly. She always was afraid of what they could do next. Fonturnately, she noticed those men sooner so she knew what to do- to ignore them and keep going. The men were getting closer but she didn't want to get out the way. She was supposed to take precedence not random drunkards. However, they got dangerously close and one of them elbowed Alex in the arm she held still full paper cup of coffe. She felt wet heat coating her hand and chest. The men didn't even notice what just happened. They were walking away laughing. For a few seconds she was staring down at her stained t-shirt. Then, pain and shock were replaced by burning anger and she turned around to the men.
"HEEY!" she yelled "Are you blind!!??"
They turned around with amusement and little surprise on their faces.
"What? I didn't do anything." said the one who had elbowed her.
"Hah, very funny!" she stomped towards them. "If it were a kid on my hands, would you say that too??"
"Woman! What's your problem!?" he was getting impatient "It wouldn't have happened if you had moved out of the way!"
"I should've moved out your way?!! You gotta be kidding!"
The other guy was just watching them. He looked pretty amused. If he had this opportunity, he would eat popcorn.
"Just leave me alone, okay?!" the 'offender' said irritated.
Alex snorted.
"Here's my little revenge, then." she replied and squished the cup in his direction. Hot liquid splashed his face and shirt.
The guy jumped back. He did not expect that. His friend gasped in shock but he seemed to be more entertained than indignant. It was typical. Every moron reacts in this way.
"ARE YOU CRAZY??" the first guy shouted wiping coffe away from his face.
Alex wasn't listening, she just walked off.

"That moron deserved more than that" Alex looked up at the mirror with surprise in her eyes. Her reflection was smirking ominously.
"I-It was just a stupid cup of coffe... I shouldn't have overacted..." Alex muttered.
The reflection snorted.
"But the truth is that you'd love to kick his ass once again. And even more painfully so he could remember who he dealt with" it replied. "You know very well that what you did wasn't enough..."
"Please, stop... I don't wanna go through this again..." Alex hung head. "Or else I'm gonna get into deeper crap..."
"Like you would care..."
"I am diffrent, okay?? I'm not that stupid kid I was before!"
"But people never change~" the reflection replied melodiously "You just blindly believe that you've changed but in reality your way of thinking has stayed the same."
"Stop that."
"Oh, are you gonna cry because you fail to find a good argument? So sad." the reflection grinned
"Stop!"
"What a crybaby!"
"I SAID STOP!" Alex's fist smashed the mirror turning it into small wall of cracks.
She was glaring at it letting the tears run down her cheeks. Then she realised something after a few hard breaths.

She didn't recall talking to anyone.

She was alone.

Just staring into the mirror.

Discovering her dark urges to do something irresponsible.

She wasn't a bad person.

She didn't want to be one.

She never wanted.

Sharp pain in her hand snapped her out of the thoughts. She looked down at it and saw small cuts covering her knuckles. Thin strips of dark blood were running down her fingers. It was so warm. Almost pleasant. But she knew that she couldn't think like that. It was sick!
She turned on the sink again and washed aching hand.
She knew that hurting people isn't right. Even in her mind. For once, she should swallow her pride and get over the fact that it's hard to change others' attitude...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Have you ever had the urge to hurt somebody even worse than you did but it's too late?

EDIT:
Corrected some typos. I was writting it all afternoon 'till late night. I was too tired to notice them...

Okay, nevermind, it's just me having a bad morning.