Holding onto Anger

Chapter 1

Warped up in my own emotions.

The world just keeps taking things from me and giving me back more grief and pain. It's an endless cycle of pain and more pain. I just want to end it. I don't want to feel anymore. I don't want to grieve anymore. I don't want to live in a world where the people that make me happy are either dead or have abandoned me.

It makes no sense for me to live.

I was at the darkest corner of the alley and yet I see shadows moving. Movements caught my eyes. These shadows were playing with me. Bringing back one of the worst memories I had.

Air started to feel like it didn't exist.

I tried to force air into my nose but it was like it was my throat not letting it in. I wrapped my hands around my neck and tried to scratch it to open. It won't work. My eyes focused on the shadows at it role-played people that I knew. The people that I loved. The people that I lost.

Dead people.

Whispers going around my head as I felt dizzy from the lack of air. My vision blurred and my body was starting to give out. I hear them whispering to me.

That I was next.

One week earlier......

"Duck phit!" A little baby voice echoed around the room, followed by an angry woman calling my name.

"SHHH. Aaron, please stop saying that." I tried to shush the adorable little munchkin but that apparently encourage him more to say it.

"Duck phit!" He squealed even louder when he saw the reaction on my face.

The angry woman finally came into the living room wearing an apron and a spatula in her hand. She glared at me and tightened her grip around the spatula as if she was going to use it to hit me. "Duck fit?"

Mikka Hall was a woman close to her 60's but still looks young enough to be 30. She is an African American with short boy-cut hair. Her eyes were hazel brown and were dark brown. She loves wearing jewellery, especially her obsessions with her loop earning. She has 2 silver loop earnings and 3 silver rings on each hand.

She is the most beautiful, confident woman. She is bright and kind. She always brings a warm and cozy feeling when I'm around her which I am thankful for every since she took me in as an orphan on the streets. She doesn't have a family. She isn't close with her relatives from England either. She works as a novel-writer and a part-time witch.

Yes, Mikka is a witch. She is a talented one as well. She teaches young witches in the area how to use and control their magic. She also teaches them how to understand nature which was the source of their power and how to use it for good.

I, on the other hand, am just a plain human.

Mikka and I aren't related. I'm just a normal 19-year old girl with brown hair with plain green eyes. I was saved by Mikka when I was 9 years old on the streets because my foster parents were awful. Ever since then she is all I have and I am all she has which is really all I need.

I laughed nervously and help my hands up in a surrendering position. "To be fair, I didn't say the exact swear words."

"Sarah Custard Baker! Don't swear in front of the baby!" She yells at me while the toddler thought it was funny and laughed at me. Also, yes Custard is also the name my parents gave me, unfortunately. Why do you ask? I guess you and I will never know since they died a long time ago. "What were you even swearing about?"

"Mikka, I'm late," the woman still stared at me without realizing what that meant. "I'm late for my college entrance exam!"

Her eyes widened and yelled, "Duck phit!"

The baby did a high pitch laugh and clapped his chubby hands as we both scrambled to get our things. I ran with a bag on my shoulder to grab the keys. I tossed it to Mikka after she was done changing to her usual dark brown long cardigan and blue denim.

I picked up little Aaron on the ground and told him that we were going to drop him off at his mama who was already home from her night shift at the hospital. The little one-year-old hugged me as I carried him to the door.

I see Mikka coming out and locking the door behind her. We got into the car and rushed towards the university to take the entrance exam for Forensic science. I hope to become a forensic specialist in the future to catch human and supernatural criminals. With my knowledge about supernatural and magic, I can lessen the unsolved cases that are circling around the city but of course, I would not reveal supernatural existence to human society.

We pulled up in front of Mayweather University. I blew a kiss to little Aaron at the back. He laughs and wiggled in his little car seat. I looked over to Mikka and decided to give her a hug.

"Oh," she was shocked by the sudden hug then chuckled and hugged me back. She stroked my hair and said, "You grew up such a fine young lady."

I pull away and smiled at her, "It was all thanks to you."

She smiles back we both waved to each other as I shut the door and walked into the university. I exhaled hard as I walked into the crowd of students and test-takers. Okay, Sarah, B-1 room. Where it is?

"Excuse me," I walked over to the guy walking by, "Do you know where B-1 is?"

He completely ignored me and walked right past me. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked for someone else. Someone from outside yelled, "Car crash!"

I froze on the spot thinking that couldn't be Mikka. Everyone was starting to walk towards the entrance. I finally moved and pushed my way outside.

Please, don't let it be Mikka.

Fear rose inside me as I thought about my biological parents, my foster parents, the streets, and then Mikka. I can't go through this again. I can't lose someone else. Not again. Not when I'm going to start my life. I continue to push people aside.

Please, not Mikka.

I ran onto the street and saw three cars crashed together. The hood of the cars were smashed right into each other. The front part starting to smoke as bystanders were helping getting everyone out. I blew out a shaky breathe when I realized that not one of them was Mikka's car.

"Sarah?" I look to my side and I see Mikka right in front of the car crash. I blew the breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Oh my God," I said before I went to the driver's side to hug her. "I thought you were the one that crashed."

She hugs me back, "You worry too much."

"Is Aaron alright?" I asked then looked at the back and all I saw was Aaron laughing.

We both look at the laughing kid, "He sure is a happy kid."

"What happened?" I asked her.

"It was fine. The light was just about to turn green on my side. Just when I was about to hit the gas, the cars started to speed up all of a sudden. Lucky that Aaron decided to vomit as the light turned green."

I looked at the floor of the car and cringed at the sight. "That's nasty, Aaron."

Even though he vomited and witness a car crash, he laughs. She hits my shoulder and scolds me, "Why'd you come out? Go back in there and take the test. You are not missing this opportunity to a good university."

I raised my eyebrow. "You seriously getting mad that I ran over here because I was worried for you?"

"As you can see I'm fine," she says with a smile. "Now go. Nail that exam!" I laughed and leaned away from the car. "Aaron, say bye-bye to Sarah."

The little boy waved his hand with a drooly smile and said, "Duck phit!"

Mikka's eyes snapped to mine. I slowly turned around then I quickly ran back to the university while yelling to her, "Love you!"