There is a Hyde lurking inside every human.
You give him a chance and he lashes out at the drop of a hat, ripping apart the civilized veneer of good that keeps it hidden from sight.
Mine was at his malevolent best when I saw her on board a train.
Her lively prattle, her frequent attempts to adjust and re-adjust the locks of hair that blew helter-skelter with the wind and her doe-like eyes triggered an insane desire within me to hurt her.
Perhaps it was the unbearable realization of not being able to possess her that pandered to the evil inside me.
At that moment, I would have loved to shove her off the train without remorse, without a single guilty pang and Hyde would have celebrated his victory with a jig.
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