Anger From Inside Out 소설 & 이야기

who I have never seen or met only heard about her. Clenching my fist in frustration and anger I sat inside my car . "I need to release my anger on someone, John Williams. You better pray for mercy because I'm in an extremely bad mood!"

My agony turns to anger by seeing the way Professor Ahan and Rylee are laughing at me. I slap Ellen, and luckily the sound of my slap stops the horrific laughter of the two insects instantly. “I’m ashamed to know that this handsome face is just to cover up the rotten personality of yours.” Hatred for him covers my face. Frustration and anger are clogging my throat. I storm out of the room, hoping not to see them again in my whole life, my footfall resonating loudly in the subsequent silence.

Amanda As I stood there, fists clenched and eyes burning with anger, I knew deep down that I was being consumed by my own rage. Every fiber of my being screamed for vengeance against Zane. The betrayal, the hurt, the sheer audacity of his actions—they all swirled within me, fueling a tempest of emotions that threatened to drown out reason.

Stop! I couldn't handle the pain, this pain, her pain. Anger surged, saturating every cell. Sickness clawed up my spirit...I needed to let this anger out. I spun, and my fist connected with the wall beside the fireplace. Plaster and pain splintered, giving into the rage that rumbled from my soul. Physical pain throbbed up my arm and it satisfied me. I should feel this pain.

Finally, all the emotions I had held back came flooding out, and the words slipped out. "To you, I matter less than a rat. If that's the case, why did you even have me in the first place?" She froze, then slapped me across the face. "You ungrateful brat! How can you blame us for your allergic attack? All you ever do is whine about how nobody cares about you. Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why you're such a worthless, utterly disappointing waste of space?" Francesca, cuddling Pico in her arms, watched me with a grin.

Ava had been angry before. But thi‍s kind of anger felt‍ dif‍fere‍nt. The dangero‌us kind that sat inside a‍ person too long before f‌inal⁠ly br‍eaking open. By the time she got home that‍ evening‌, the frustration had‍ already built itself into something sharp inside her⁠ chest. Wor‍k had bee⁠n exhausting. Her head hurt. Noah was staying overnight with Clara after beggi‌ng for a “movie m⁠arathon,” whi‌ch mea‌nt the house was unusually empty.

Tonight I kept walking, I entered my room, locked the door, and leaned against it. My entire body shook, my chest felt tight. I have always hated getting angry, especially in front of the people I love. My body slid down until I hit the floor. tried to breathe, tried to calm down, it didn't work. I stood up, walked to the cabinet, poured myself a drink, finished it and still felt rage burning. My knuckles turned white from gripping the cabinet too hard. Then suddenly...my phone lit up. A video clip popped up, without thinking, I pressed play.

“So yes, I'm angry. Yes, I want to fight back. Is that so wrong?” “No. But this level of rage…” He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated. “This isn't healthy. It's self-destructive.” “Then let me be self-destructive!” The words rip out of me. “Let me feel what I need to feel and do what I need to do without analyzing every emotion!” Silence crashes between us, heavy and uncomfortable. Zane stares at me like he's seeing someone he doesn't recognize. And maybe he is. Maybe I've been pretending to be soft and manageable for so long that he's forgotten I'm capable of rage too.

That it was nothing? With all these hot, sharp frustrations twisting inside me, I stalk into my bedroom. I feel too hot. Burning up. Past normal. The anger is like a fire, and it’s making my skin feel too tight. It’s almost like I’m boiling from the inside. Still angry, my hands are clumsy. I pull at my tie, yank it off. I unbutton my shirt, tug it from my shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. My pants follow. The cool air of the room does nothing. The heat is under my skin.

Unknown I saw red. She was everywhere. Stupid Ava! Anger coursed through my body. The adrenaline pumping through my veins left a bitter taste in the back of my mouth, and it felt as if my chest were caving in. I tried to take deep breaths through my nose but they wouldn’t help. My mind raced with ideas for a distraction as the anger grew in intensity. I didn’t think anything could make this worse, however, the feeling persisted and grew stronger. “This is ridiculous!” The words flew out of my mouth as soon as they formed. A wave of anger was building up inside me. I wanted to scream. I had never wanted anything more than to unleash the fury inside me. But now. Now I couldn’t. I had to be cal