Decipher | Watty's 2017

LXXVI. Eurythmic

Eurythmic

/yəˈriT͟Hmik,yo͝o-/

adjective

in or relating to harmonious proportion

Anger was something that I had always had within my life. When I was younger, it mainly consisted of my feelings toward my younger sister when she would say or do something that was entirely annoying to me. As I grew older, my anger became something that was based solely on things that I couldn't change. Something within myself always reminded me that it was unhealthy to keep my feelings bottled up within myself as I always had, but I had no other way to cope.

Since the day Melissa had come into my life, I wanted to outgrow this need to bottle my emotions within myself; however, I still hadn't managed to do that as I walked briskly toward my father's office. My legs carried my frame up to his door, not bothering to knock as I entered his domain with my gun firmly grasped in my hand. He looked up suddenly, eyebrows raising in feign innocence, but I knew better than to believe his facade.

"It's nice to see you Luke," he said, rising from his seat to embrace me. I raised the gun quickly, causing him to raise his hands slowly to his head in surrender. "What seems to be the problem?" he asked, causing me to let out a chuckle as I observed his body lower into his seat comfortably, the barrel of my gun following his movements and staying pointed at his skull.

"I think you know the answer to that," I spat as I heard the other boys' footsteps catch up to me, entering the room behind me but not bothering to attempt to stop me. My hand was slightly shaking as I allowed the anger within my being to overflow.

All of my life, I had never experienced an anger like this. This was a composite of every emotion of anger I felt in my life. From the trivial anger of my youth to the anger I held toward the man before me regarding my sister's unfair demise, the anger filled my brain and trickled through my spine. He looked smug, which only added to my anger as I watched him shrug lightly at my statements.

He had ruined my life for so long after taking my sister. He had taken his own daughter's life without a second thought. And now he had taken the love of my life's consciousness, which only provided further reason for my explosive behavior.

"Will you explain your anger to me son?" he asked with an innocent smile as I shook my head at him. My blood boiled as I watched the way his head would slightly tilt as if he were trying to get a read on my attitude, but I knew he was only trying to make me lose my focus as I remained serious, eyes trained on him.

"You know why I'm mad," I seethed, my jaw clenching and unclenching with each syllable released. "I've stood by while you have ran your tyranny." The words continuously released as I listed off his offenses, careful not to push the envelope too far around the boys, knowing that they would ultimately have questions about this interaction later. "I stood by while you killed people you called your own," I spat, taking in his offset look as if none of my words were affecting him.

"They were all needed for the greater good," he reasoned, leaning further back in his chair with a gentle smirk on his face. "Besides," he continued, his hands coming behind his head, "you wouldn't kill me Luke."

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked daringly, keeping the pistol level. I knew that I would most likely not be able to pull the trigger due to his standings within the colony, but I couldn't help but wish I had the ability to. Inside, I wished I was a bit more heartless so that I was able to take his life. As I stood there awaiting to pull the trigger, I wished a bit more like him: cruel, heartless, and able to kill.

"Would you really kill your own father?" he asked, rolling his eyes at my attempt of a bluff. The way he looked so comfortable with a gun pointed in his direction brought another round of anger coursing through my veins. Never before had pulling the trigger of a gun looked more appealing as I looked over the top of the gun to see him within my sites.