Fifty-eight

Rage filled me. I hated how weak I was at the restaurant. I thought that things changed, but I was so wrong. Seeing Oriana made unpleasant memories attack me in the blink of an eye. When I saw her before me, terror wrapped itself around my body and refused to let go. I was thankful for Xander's presence because had it not been for him, I would have probably had a breakdown.

“Maybe you should stop,” Dinah said as she approached me, but I didn't. “Come on, Ayla. This isn't right.” Another log was split. I had to direct my anger in the right way. I did some boxing in the morning, but it wasn't enough. I was still angry. At myself. I wanted to hurt myself for not being strong enough.

As the desire to hurt myself increased, I directed it towards destroying something else. I didn't want to hurt myself. My anger did. I didn't want to give in to that anger. I was getting better.

“Stop it, Ayla,” Dinah pushed, but I ignored her.

“What has gotten into you?” Jor