#12

Even once in my life, I have never thought about killing a person out of my anger. Never did I expect to imagine a brutal image of myself being a killer, but this time, I think that’s what I would love to do.

I am staring at the man who made me feel worse. Seriously, what exactly is wrong with him? His mouth does not even rest for a bit and kept talking bad things that made me feel more angry and devastated. He’s still in the mood of rubbing all my mistakes in my face instead of comforting me. Does it make him less of a person if he tries to be a little kinder to me? Or, does he loathe me so much that he acts this way?

I fisted my hand. He glanced my way as he drove his car and then he flashed a smirk at me.

“Would you please stop annoying me?” I asked him, irritated that I can’t even do anything other than throw a dagger at him.

My ragged breathing became more evident as the annoyance I am feeling deep within is just eating me up. I am