| Sick Once Again |
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| 08:30pm 15/02/2009 |
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Why'd she have to piss me off? She should know by now. I didn't say anything. I couldn't respond. I got up.
"Don't you walk away from me," she said.
I didn't turn around, I ran. She got up too. Started to chase me; good legs on her too for being so old and lazy. She almost caught me. I had to go up to take out my anger.
I pushed my feet hard into the ground, my arms stretched outward and pushed off. She reached out for me.
"Why do you do this to me? Can we talk about our problems like civilized human beings?"
It's easy for you to say, I wanted to reply. You don't have freak hormones that make every emotion, desire, fear, feeling come alive more powerful and deadly than any human being could possibly understand.
I'd tried to control my anger. I'd tried to learn how to, to let the small stuff fall off my back. But that woman, that insolent human being, had to ridicule, demean and blame petty things upon me, when I saved her life because of those things. She was the kind of woman that if you pulled her up from a cliff, she'd blame you for the scrapes she incurred.
Well, she'd have more than scrapes if she got too close to me right now. I kicked her arm away. A gesture I knew would cost me in the future. Then I pushed off, where I could find an empty part of the sky to submit my rage, somewhere where no one would be hurt, high in the atmosphere.
The rage was taking over, I needed to fly FASTER.
AD THE RAGE HIT And
.............!@#$%^&*()_++_)(*&^%$#@!@#$%^&*()_)(*&^%$#@#$%^&*()_
Luckily, fellow flying creatures can sense this kind of thing, so no one was harmed from my outburst of sporadic blue shots of energy created specifically to injure and destroy the targets. Created by overactive freak hormones that I was given at conception, along with the inability to discriminate between people in a healthy way, It's all or nothing all the time with everyone, and each day is a new day, unfortunately. I love uncontrollably, I hate uncontrollably, and there is no particular victim for either feeling, the slight things that trigger it don't matter. I just have to watch for casualties, clean my messes and move on. Like this bitch, she hadn't learned her lesson the last few times. This was the last she was seeing of me. I was on my way to a new town, a new playground to rest my limbs. |
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