"This is your fault! This is your fault!"
The girl always felt like her rage was never big enough. It was never big enough to obliterate everything in its path.
And that in itself, was a problem.
Her anger was like a cold fist, squeezing her heart, squeezing her mind until every rational thought was just..gone.
She wanted her anger to be like an atomic bomb; it affected everyone and everything around her.
Her thoughts were like hellfire, they were just so angry and she didn't know how to deal with it.
No one helped her. Just blamed her.
Compared her.
And at the end of each day, she would scream into her pillow, she would allow the liquid fire to escape and just scream.
At the end if the day she would remind herself that her anger was insignificant.
That she was insignificant.
Until, she finally cracked.
