Authors: J.L. Weil
by J.L. Weil
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WAS PISSED – SERIOUSLY PISSED.
And that only meant
. Enough so that even in my heightened anger I was frightened. Scared not for myself but for anyone who got in the path of fury now just past my control.
heat flowed through my veins
to boiling point. It scorched my skin
causing a line of crimson haze to swivel in front of my eyes. So hot it felt like flames from a dragon
licked at the back of my throat, threatening to
from my mouth if I
in the process
. The thought of tasting my own blood didn’t bode well at this very moment.
Not with the intense tingle I felt everywhere.
“Let it go Brianna.
” I faintly heard
voice. He might have touched a hand to my arm, but I was too far in depths for reason
My temper was something I learned early to avoid at all costs – all costs.
severe pains to keep i
the whole find your
center of balance. I
classes in mediation. L
earning to control my emotions
what I could to protect others from myself.
It had been so long since it had hit me
such intensity that I had forgotten what it was like
forgotten that it
with my odd,
was something I never did
to pick it apart and find out the particulars to why it initiated such bizarre and often harmful results
didn’t sound like a good idea
The sensations it induced
out-of-control, wild, and
reckless. Like there was nothing
no one that could stand in my way. I felt empowered. Then after I’d seen
the results of
was consumed with
– a freak
. What normal person
inflicts the impossi
ble with just a flare of anger?
Usually it wasn’t an issue.
I made sure of it.
mostly to myself, with just a few close friends, but even they didn’t know the violence that lived within – no one knew. Not my friends, not my parents
when they were alive
and not even the
n this world – my
Part of it was shame and part of it was fear. What if someone found out? I’d no doubt be branded as the freak I felt. The nuthouse would be my new
None of it made sense, which
why I don’t
my freakish attribute
What I wouldn’t give to be free of what
ever curse or hexed I’d been born with
. That was
– a curse
. Nothing like this could be good
Mostly I refused to
allow myself to get mad or on the verge of angry
– I walk
I would have
if only Rianne
had let it go. If she hadn’t pushed me further and further
there was no other response
but to react.
If only she had
n’t chosen this day to harass
one of my
. And maybe if I hadn’t already been in a shitty mood from
the day of hell I was already having.
There had been an underlying head
that just wouldn’t quit, gnawing away at the back of my
Or if Tori
I had stayed another minute
at our locker
fooling around we wouldn’t have passed Rianne in the
as it turned out, we did pass by
bump purposely into
knocking him downing, spewing vile word
at him in her cheerleading skanky voice.
me to tear
and ripe out
had no regard for the hurt she
wasn’t a big guy
e might have a
over my five-
inch frame, putting him almost at equal level with Rianne. His weight was
much better and
hardly made se
nse since he
ate like a dying horse on its last meal.
e had on skinny jeans today, emphasizing his scrawny legs. Hair
, framed by his bottle glass green eyes now
crystal and bright
There was a stellar resemblance between Austin and Kurt from Glee and had the whole
thing going for him.
t wasn’t how
looked or how he dressed that had Rianne yelling those choice words out over the hollow
It wasn’t enough that s
while we were making our way through the crowd
If it had been anything else, I would have been able to maintain the thread holding my anger
over the bustle and commotion o
as kids made
their way to final period.
advantage of his unsteadiness and shoved, sprawling him over the
mascot in the center
where practically the entire schoo
l congregated between classes.
My controlled snap
he combination of hearing my friend being called that ug
nd seeing him tossed
he schools dull gray carpet,
I felt the first inklings of my temper
tunned I just g
lared at Rianne while the assault of emotions snuck up on me. Somewhere in the smog I remembered Tori speaking to
a hand up.
If he had given her a reply it was lost
y the full fledge flood of
I reached out in front of me
arm, stopping her from turning and walking away. Her
golden eyes pierc
ed into mine with disgust, like little spears of hate. S
he couldn’t believe that I had the gall to touch her.
normally quiet and very non-confrontational.
This was so out of th
e norm it hit a home run off