Novel & Cerita Inside Out Three Emotions

We'd been wrapped up in each other we hadn't noticed Mom step outside. "Of course." She says. "You just want a go at it huh, I shoulda known,fuck the druggie is it?" People's emotions can change in a snap or so I'd been told, but I'd always had a reason to hone my emotions in, everything I did and learnt had been to protect her, I'd never thought it possible or necessary to lash out, not like I did. "Fuck." I growl extricating myself from Sal's grip. "Trust you to be the ungrateful bitch!"

I had almost forgotten that he was even in the room. Closing my eyes, I can get a better feel of the emotions swarming in the room. Wading through the emotions, anger and guilt are definitely smothering us, but there is another emotion. Indifference. I open my eyes and stare at James. Indifference? Does he not care that his mother just dropped him off one day and never came back? My anger cools off as I stare at the blonde God standing across the room fumbling with tiny glass figurines.

Not like our old territory. As I run, my body falls into a rhythm, and my mind drifts over the faces of the people that have hurt me the most. For so long, I have battled with the same three emotions sadness, loneliness, and anger. But after tonight, it no longer seems like I am battling. I don't feel sad anymore. I don't feel lonely. I feel this profound amount of anger just pumping through me. And it is slowly consuming me. I don't know if I like the person I am becoming, but I don't think I have the luxury of stopping myself. I am too mad.

She smiled, but there was nothing warm in it. "What a pungent mess of emotions." She didn't bother to introduce herself. "I heard you want to leave. Rough week? Its only been a day." I stood just inside the door, bag still on my shoulder. "I don't want to talk about it." She tilted her head, still watching me. "You might not want to talk about it, but your emotions are all over the place. Rage. Sadness. Self-loathing. Disappointment." She tapped her desk with one long finger for each word. "I might be a delicate but I am sure anyone could see it."

I tried not to think about that, how I shoved emotions into their brains like a well honed blade, until they broke, at that time I had no choice, it was me or them, I regret nothing, but it was a really gruesome sight one I won’t be forgetting anytime soon. “I checked before I ripped them to pieces for the vultures to dine on” I make a face of disgust. “I’m guessing that was you?” I nod after a moment, “As Nana said, I can give people my emotions, to help them feel better” I paused “or feel hell” I more than anyone know how an overwhelming amount of emotions can be deadly. “Good, you did well-“he’s cut off by the sound of knocking on the door. “I just wanted to say the food is ready now” Emm