Zethar;
I slam the door hard enough that the walls shudder.
The sound is sharp… satisfying, but not enough.
Not enough to drown out the fury building, biting, fighting in my heart.
I pace back and forth like a caged thing. My fists keep tightening and unclenching.
The air feels too tight in my lungs, too hot against my skin, and my mind descends into a raging mess.
I grab the first thing within reach— a wooden chair— and without a moment's pause to think, I hurl it across the room.
It shatters against the wall on the other end, but it's still not fucking enough!
Fuc, I want to scream! Rip something, make something bleed!!!
"How dare she!?" I scream, unable to contain my pain.
"After all these years…" The words come softer now. A softness I do not like.
I run a hand through my hair, with my nails scraping my scalp.
My chest burns as heat coils there… a familiar and ugly heat.
The kind that forms before stupid tears fall.
I was better before.
