Anger From Inside Out 소설 & 이야기

Exactly as was occurring now. “How many times do I have to tell you!?” I screamed, my chest heaving and my body trembling from an anger I had never before experienced. “I. Am. Not. Yours.” With each word that left my lips thunder sounded from somewhere outside the building, lightning flashing across the room as a uncontrollable storm raged both outside and inside my mind.

I inwardly recoil at the unwanted contact. Annoyed at the nerve of the creep and outraged at my near trip, I flash an angry glare his way over my shoulder and yank myself free. Responding into aggressive mode as rage spikes inside of me like a hot fiery spear. That inner fury, which always bubbles below the surface drunk, and has been ingrained since childhood, sparks up to take on the world. Shoving him hard in the chest with the flat of my palm, putting every ounce of strength into it and almost knocking myself off balance too. I want him to go away and leave me alone, shaking my hand to remove the sensation of his hot clammy body when I manage to gain the space I need.

ANGER. A strong feeling of displeasure, hostility or antagonism towards someone or something, usually combined with an urge to harm. Anna Davenport had felt this way severally whenever she heard some of the stories some of her traumatic patients had been through and how she desperately wished she could teach the assailants a lesson. Her day hadn’t stated so great as she kept getting involved with Dylan Blake, the current director of her hospital but the patient in front of her just tops it all. She stares at the 17year old teenage boy seated in front of her, looking lost in his own world.

The woman protested in anger, her clear and calm mood walked out the door, the minute she was treated wrongfully. "But you are. You possess powers that killed my aunt when she gave birth to you, your kind is a bunch of traitors, cowards and so are you." That was when the beautiful, raging woman finally lost it and her hands flew up and out of nowhere, her cousin was on fire, blinding light and all that could be heard was screams...so many screams. Another Vision A little girl was playing with her sister and she accidentally caused a small burning mark to appear on her sister's hand, as her sister hissed in pain, their parents came out of the house and rushed to the back yard towards their da

Theo POV. I’m angry, I’m always angry, it’s not my hand, it’s in my DNA, I think I was born like that, I don’t know how to deal with all of the anger in me. I’m not NF, I don’t rap my anger out, I don’t do drugs, and I want to take it out on someone, on anyone, I want to take all of this anger out of me.

The cold, sterile air did nothing to cool my burning rage. I was going to confront her, and I didn’t care what the repercussions might be. My anger was a storm raging inside me, and I was ready to let it out. My breathing was heavy, each inhale and exhale sharp and quick. I felt like slamming her head against the wall if need be, just to release some of the fury burning within me. I was going to make her pay for the insult I got from Joshua, no matter what it took.

PENELOPE'S POV~ I saw rage building in Angus, it was like watching a volcano about to erupt. His eyes turned from a warm brown to a dark, steely gray, and I could see the tendons in his neck tensing with the effort of controlling his anger. His teeth clenched together, grinding against each other with a terrifying intensity. He took a step forward, as if he were about to pounce, and the snarl that escaped his lips sent a chill down my spine.

I headed for the door. "She's at the House of Rage, the address is–" "I know where House of Rage is," I said and slammed the door behind me. Jace must have forgotten that we also went there. The House Of Rage is a place to let out your anger. They have a Glass Room for smashing objects, punching bags, boxing rings, and anger management tools like sledgehammers and baseball bats. Intense physical activities that include kickboxing and obstacle courses. And also, the Soundproof Room, to let you scream without judgement. House of Rage is an affordable emotional release. It was like a cheap therapy that everyone needed.

" Tell me your price. I'll give you... Tell me why are not speaking?" I can feel the heat rising in my chest, my heart pounding faster and faster. My fists clench and unclench, as if ready for a fight. My breaths come out in short, sharp bursts, and I can feel my face contorting into a scowl. I am angry, so angry that I can barely see straight. Everything around me is a blur, and all I can focus on is the source of my anger. I want to lash out, to scream and shout, to let the him know how furious I am. But I hold back, taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself down. It's not easy, but I know that giving in to my anger will only make things worse.

I roar angrily as I spring up to my feet and slam my hands hard on the long table, making them flinch. "How dare you say that to me, Gael? Do you have a death wish?" I slowly clench my fists and stare into space. My blood boils in rage like it'd just been set on fire, and my heart beats rapidly against my chest like it's going to force its way out of me soon. I gulp down nothing, trying so hard to control the anger that keeps trying to consume me because the sight of these fools is making me irritated. I can feel Ares struggling inside me to take over and make them pay for the insults, but I try hard to tame him because it'll be a disaster if I should let him have his way.