“Why’d you back off?” Jacob demands. “The fight wasn’t over.”
I roughly push Mike away. I hate that he can ground me. I hate that I’m not as strong as they are. I hate that if it was truly no holds barred, I’m capable of inflicting unexpected damage.
There’s energy running hot through my veins.
But it’s not what you think.
It’s not a good kind of buzz.
It’s anger.
( “This isn’t fear. This is anger.” )
Maybe even a little rage.
“No,” I hiss, “fighting in anger is useless.”
Useless and reckless.
At least I’m still conscious enough to recognize it. But admittedly, there’s a red haze edging my vision. You think I’m kidding? You’d be wrong. The part that gets me a little freaked is that I’ve never seen it before. Kind of like the circles, only I have the sinking feeling that this might not be a good thing.
Jacob says nothing. He savvies.
“Fire by birth.”
She told me that once. I didn’t believe it until now. I didn’t think I could ever be like that. I didn’t want to ever be like that.
I don’t…remember things.
Kuya got us a copy of the Fight Club footage. Jacob and I were watching it the other night, and I was a little surprised.
“Um, I don’t remember doing that,” I breathed.
In the moment, all I know is that I’m not going to be the one to go down. When did I decide this?
Something has been unleashed. And I’m not sure how I feel about it.
Would this footage be… digital?
This isnt fear. This is anger. = Serenity