Holding onto Anger

Chapter 2

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She's dead.

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Third Point of View

A normal person would have five senses.

Touch

Hearing

Sight

Smell

and Taste.

Sarah believed to have a sixth sense. It's when they believe they have the information without using the other five senses and it all started the day her parents died. She barely remembered that day but she remembered the feeling that she had back then.

Danger and death. As a kid, you'd pass it off as a bad vibe from a nightmare you don't remember. But that vibe carried itself until their death. But it lessened when she met Mikka. Because of her, she was less paranoid of the unknown.

Walking out of her dream college university, she smiled widely and squealed. Sarah places her closed fist on her chest proudly because she nailed the entrance exam. She had a good feeling that she was going to pass and get in. She takes out her cell phone out of her bag while walking down the stairs to reach the sidewalk.

She thought of calling Mikka to tell her the good news first. She's been the most supportive and would be so happy to hear that she did well. Five rings but no answer which was odd. She normally would answer but I guess she was too busy to answer? Maybe her phone is out of battery.

She stopped to look at the time on her phone. It was 2PM so Mikka could be at work right now. She shrugged and decided to tell her when she got back home. She puts her phone back in her bag.

She decided to give herself a tour around the campus and take a look at the nearby food shops and cafes. From afar, she sees a milk tea cafe and thinks of Mikka. She thought of coming back with Mikka since she was obsessed with milk teas.

She held onto the string of her shoulder bag as she was getting ready to cross the road to visit some friends and buy some groceries until she heard a growl.

She turns back and sees a boy standing very still with his hands clenched on his sides and his head down. Without looking at his face, anyone could tell he was angry but holding it in. That growl she heard was different. Sounded inhumanly. He looked close to her age, maybe even a year younger or two?

The boy looks to be bullied in the alley while everyone else minded their own business. Older men that looked to be more than 25 years old shoved the boy. "Did you just growl at me? What are you, a dog?"

The men laughed at him while they were shoving him back and forth. Sarah knew something was wrong and walked right into them. "Don't you assholes have anything better to do than bully? Still living like high school bullies who can't get their shit together so they shit on other people to make them feel better?"

"You better mind your own business."

"Or what? You'll bully me? News flash. I don't care." Sarah grabs the boy's wrist and pulls him away from the men. Thankfully, the men didn't follow them. Sarah stopped at an empty playground. The boy had his face down and hood over his head.

"Thanks," he muttered. She lets go of his wrist and felt bad for him.

"I know it's hard and bullies don't make it easier for you either but you did good. Just next time, you should hide your claws." The boy tensed and unclenched his fist and indeed saw his nails almost turning into fully formed claws. He quickly hides them in the pocket of his hoodie. "Don't worry, I won't tell."