The town was small, seemingly innocent. It was beautiful, full of life, buzzing with conversation, but in this town, there was someone new, someone with a bloodline that brought trouble. Curses and history that should stay buried do come to the surf...
"Find your dark magic's core. Set fire to it. Learn to use dark magic like a spell."
What does that mean? My darks magic's core. Maybe to go into my most powerful? Set fire to it. To use anger as a fuel? Use it like a spell. Like at will? I don't know..
Wait, but what on? Something that makes me angry?
I look around, desperately wanting my mother back.
I look at my box, full of pictures of past exes. "That works well." I laugh.
Quickly shoving the box in the fireplace, my mind grows anger.
I think of how they hurt me, and used me. I was known to attract players. The played me like a doll. I wasn't a mistress! My fingertips heat up, and it's trickles its way up and throughout my body. I look at the box. I mentally count down. 3, 2, 1! ...
Was something supposed to happen? If so, I failed.
I try again, for hours!
Get even angrier! I think of the pain and betrayal, then multiply that pain 100x. My body was on fire. I had to keep it controlled. Control. My anger. No one else's to maximize or minimize. 3, 2,- WHOOSH! Flames erupt on the box. The smoke filling the air, fire, curling and and torturing the photographs and memories inside. Oh if they saw me now. Don't think like that.
I watch as my box, photos, and memories burn to a crisp.
Mission accomplished. Mostly. •.•
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