The scene quickly opens up to Psyche standing in a room. Nothing is around her. She’s just in frame, being the bright light within the darkness. Since she’s all pale and shit. She shakes her head a bit, laughing out loud. She raises a hand up and moves her fingers together as if mimicking a persons mouth moving. She looks right at the camera, addressing Kat through it.

“You know, Kat… all you do is run your sad little mouth. That’s it. Words that have no meaning are the only thing that come out of your mouth.”

Psyche continues to shake her head. 

“Nobody gives a shit about you talking to a doctor. What did you do… pay him to give you the “ok” to have this match? You’re not THAT convincing, love. And since when do we have to see a doctor to see if we’re mentally capable of having a match? I don’t remember that being a pre-requisite. Or is that something I missed? If so… whoops?  But I honestly doubt a real doctor would see you as being fit to do anything. Just look at how you talk about things? It’s as if you have a personal vendetta against everyone and everything. And right now I’m the biggest target. Why? Because I made a joke one time. And you are too petty to let it go.”

She looked down for a second, gathering her thoughts. 

“You claim I lie about things and play these little games. Games, yes… Lies? Not so much. I’ve told you everything I’ve done from the get go. I’ve been honest with you and everything I’ve said is truth. You think I’m lying about what I was doing in regards to your little puppy plaything? No,love. I told you exactly why I did it. Because I knew it bothered you. And look where we’re at now…? You’re STILL bringing him up. It’s quite hilarious. You’re not siblings, love. You just pretend you are because something in your little brain has made you think that because you’re the same, you’re brother and sister. Because you can’t have him in any other way. I’m not breaking anything up. That’s your own decision. Everything I said is clear to whoever is looking. And should be clear to you both as well. I’m not spreading lies. I’m telling truths. You’re absolutely delusional and the things you say are so extremely messed up. It’s like you leave your mouth open and allow anything and everything to spill out.”

Another shake of the head and a small smile crept up. 

“But I liked that little story about the ‘sister’ you had once. How you left her to basically die in the shite you lived in once. That’s really cute. And a very interesting story. But guess what… It didn’t scare me. Didn’t even surprise me, really. You definitely seem like the type to crawl out of the gutter and leave family behind. Only doing things for yourself and to gain for yourself. I had to do bad things too, Kat… but I never left my family behind. You’re just an irresponsible child that seems to throw a hissy fit when things don’t go her way. And leaves others to rot behind her.”

A pause.

“You keep telling me to keep playing my games and doing what I want… then turn around and tell me to stop them. So which is it, Kat? Stop or continue? I vote for continue… because either way… I know it’s bothering you, even if you claim it doesn’t. No matter what, you’ll be the one on your back. And my little games will prove to be successful.”

Psyche winked at the camera. 

“You’re trying to show off by having fans take pictures with you. Showing you have a fan-base. I can guarantee that those kids are only there because you’re somewhat famous. That they are saying you’re their favourite because you’re standing right there. I’ll even bet that those kids yell my name when I win tonight. And they’ll forget about that time that they said ‘you’re my favourite’… It’s like at a convention. These people run to each person signing autographs, telling them they are their biggest fan. Then go to the next person, saying the same thing. That’s life, honey. And life is about to kick you right in the face.”

Psyche smiled one more time. And the scene fades to black.