what happens when you're not a stranger

The eye interprets the light that reflects on objects and shines into it. The light was reflecting off the intensity of her eyes into his. She jumped in through the numerous rods, which can pick up faint light signals, but are unable to interpret them. This confused his mind's eye and once she jumped in she hung onto the cones which, if had been in working function in the beginning would never allowed such a thing to happen. With one foot on a cone and a firm grasp on a rod she was able to enter through the eye and into the brain via the optic nerve. Before continuing down the channel, she bounced around in the eye socket-- pushing against the meaty walls like a children's blow up castle. She watched as nerve fibers jumped to and fro, like orca's at sea world performing for their chance at a fish. In the frontal cortex, especially between the ages of 15 and I should guess 21, everything is quite fragile. She barged in through the Blank. Cloaked with the intent to help. In reality she cared, in action she destroyed. Now, I'm not trying to be overly dramatic, but, the fact of the matter is she did, and it was detremental to their relationship, to his well being, to her mental health.
Oxytocin is the neurotransmitter that forms boinding relationships, it's was secures you're trust in each other, it's whats released when you experience things together so when you look into eachother's eyes, there's something more there. something heavier, deeper, longer than when looking upon and into a strangers eyes for the first time. She literally dug her heel into his pituitary gland and unloaded the oxytocin like a round of bullets. This would insure that this very scene would replay everytime he looked into her eyes. everytime they encountered each other this would linger in the back of his mind. the never ending never forgiving bonding neurotransmitter would prove that time can't heal everything. If he were autistic it would be a different story. Studies have proven that people with autism lack oxytocin, which is why they are so disconnected from other human beings. I suppose they never truly "bond" with anyone because their brain literally wont allow them to.

To carry around the burden of making someone feel absolutely terrible about themselves is quite possibly the worst. It may have been her projecting. I really think it was her inability to be patient and really try for his sake. whatever the reason, and for the sake of not analyzing.
Six shots of whisky warmed her veins. She stomped through the connection, sledge hammer in tow. Uninvited with a sense of purpose. She delved into his subconcious. Every uncertainty, every worry, everything that hurts, she pulled out one by one, worms from their holes. Examined, length, width and edibility. Relentless as the star nosed mole, and even just as blind.. A report in the journal, NATURE, gave the star nosed mole the title of the fastest-eating mammal. It can sniff out it's prey and devour it faster than light. Our protagonist / antagonist was stomping around in his mind, clad in latex and heels that could puncture one's heart, handle in her left hand, actual sledge in her right. The squishing beneath her heels and shattering of one's mind was no match for the warmth in her veins and the liquid triumpth she needed to feel.

In a glass box, just as long and wide as her reach, she held the sledgehammer at the very end and begun spinning. The iron broke through each wall, one after another. Relentlessly shattering everything in sight without so much as a pause until all the pieces were unmendable, undeterminable; no one could tell the differnece between all the shards and where they belonged.

Imagine: angrily swinging a sledge hammer in a glass room. satisfying shatters. destroying to destroy. in a way, abusing those who have hurt you. smashing the aloha pumpkin you carved in maui. Shattering the failing job market and economy. breaking the job you may get in which that is destroying your plans for the summer.
All of this in a boy's mind who is having trouble getting past the after high school stages, where he was everything.
So, my dear girl, do you remember how it felt when your "friend" did the same to you?