I get it now. It was rage.
All that pain, the lies, the betrayal, the feeling of uncertainty, and fear, fused up into some sort of weary storm out of my control. It felt good. I felt invincible, unstoppable. There was so much energy flowing through my veins like blood- Sweet blood. I could taste it on my tongue. Somehow I felt – revived.
Whatever had come over me seemed to have settled in me. I could tell as the chaos came to an end, I could very well see the damage I had caused, unconsciously. I should be frightened. I wasn't.
"Hey!" Hard knocks came on my door. "What's going on in there? Open up right now!"
The nosey neighbours. I get their frustration. The damage was great. Now more than ever I understood who I was and I knew better than to remain in there when they finally stormed in with the cops. Strange but I could see them. All of them scattered about the passageway trying to get a glimpse of what was playing out. Most seemed angry, but only a few looked–concerned.
