hatred for own good?

She's sitting in front of the fireplace, thinking.
She doesn't know what is she doing.
All she knows is, this isn't what she wants from the beginning.

Madly mad, Madam Red is coming.

"What are you doing?" Madam Red starts it well.

She's closing her eyes, catching heat from the fireplace.

"I don't know. What exactly should I do?" She asks.

"For the godsake of yourself, do everything for your own good. Prioritize your own good. Isn't it that easy?!" Madam Red is now literally red.

She's taking a deep breath,

"My own good? haha." Gigling patheticly, she actually doesn't know what's her own good.

"Even if you don't know what's your own good, I don't think you deserve all this shit. You're giving all out without taking any. You're sacrificing yourself." Madam Red explain it out loud.

"He's taking you for granted. He shouldn't do that." Madam Red creates hatred with that words easily. You hear that, she can easily hipnotize someone.

Yet she's still sitting there, taking her chill off.

right, my own good.