Mrs Hyde Was Freed

Once upon a time, I was nice, and kind, and forgiving.

That was my Dr Jekyll.

Oddly enough, a few knives in my back have allowed Mrs Hyde to escape from her cage (she's angry, but I don't know yet how vicious she's going to be).

Just a few weeks ago, Mother and my brother were telling me that I'm usually too nice. I wanted to believe that kindness was better, that giving people a second chance was the thing to do... Turns out that I was wrong if I consider that a handful of bipeds with whom I had to work tried to pin their own mistakes on ME (because I'm so nice that I'll take it and I won't say a frigging word... right?).

Well, well, well...

Dr Jekyll would have just protested and proven her innocence.

This Mrs Hyde has already proven her innocence, and she's planned what she's going to tell to the lowlife liars who've tried to take advantage of her former kindness (scene to take place in front of as many people as possible, because enough is enough, and I don't have carpet-DNA).

This is the beginning of a new era.

I shall share how Mrs Hyde's first promenade went by the end of the week...

I wanted to be a nice, compassionate gal, but those blades in my back were really uncomfortable, and now I'm reminded of: "You try to give another man a helping hand / He will take your kindness for a weaker stand".

I'll keep planning how I'll avenge, and you have some music: