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chapter eight : anger

"anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured"
- mark twain

Heidi closed the box again, tossing it, and the shard, into the rubbish bin. She felt her blood boiling at this. At everything. Why? Why her? Why does this happen to her?

Her thoughts of "whys" and "what if's" are flying through her mind, before they suddenly stop. "No," she spoke aloud to herself. "No, I can't do this to myself. This is what they want."

She calmed her breathing and began thinking about happy things, until it was like she wasn't ever mad at all. She needed to keep her composure. She was so close. She couldn't let herself become distressed and furious at the whole situation, even if it deserved it. She needed to survive.

Suddenly, her window shattered, sending pieces of glass flying through her room. Heidi screamed, and covered her head and face with her arms as she backed away from the window. She stepped on the broken pieces, which cracked under her feet, until she made it to the closet.

It became almost too calm after that. Was it over? That was all she could think, until a man jumped down from a higher level, probably from the fire escape.

The bang from his feet hitting the wood of the windowsill made Heidi flinch, and her face was full of fear. He stepped down into the room, and scowl on his face as his eyes raked across the dark bedroom.

He was tall, and his clothes were a dark brick colour unlike Lewis' brighter red clothing. Sandy hair fell across his forehead in the front, while the rest looked like an organized mess. Heidi didn't even see horns until he turned his head, and she saw that they came from the top of his head and curled downwards. His eyes were the same as the rest, except filled with fury and rage that seemed to bubble out of them, like fiery lava.

He didn't even try to hide who he was. It was painfully obvious. And he didn't even care.

His eyes fell upon her, standing in the doorway of the closet. They narrowed at her before he stomped over to her immediately, no restraint within him. He grabbed her shoulder roughly, causing Heidi to let out a gasp in pain by his grip.

"You're Anger. I'm only guessing though. You haven't given me enough clues," she told him, sass leaking into her voice.

He only glared at her, squeezing her shoulders tighter before shoving her away. "Aren't you a fun one to be around, sunshine," the way he said that was in an obviously sarcastic way, making the girl roll her eyes.

"Could day the same to you," she muttered, rubbing her shoulders. There would definitely be bruises there.

Anger gave her a fierce gaze, one that told her that she needed to stop with the sarcastic comments for a while if she knew any better. "I can feel it, sunshine," he started. "The fury, the rage, the violence within you. You're dying to let it all out," he laughed bitterly, "no pun intended."

Heidi rolled her eyes at that last statement. "I don't feel those," she answered. "I am a perfectly calm person." She kept her voice even and collected.

"Alright then," he shrugged with a narrowing of his eyes. "Let's see if I can conjure up those emotions that you 'don't feel'," he made air quotes around her words.

Heidi shifted slightly. "I'd like to see you try."

Anger took that as a personal challenge. "Think about it," he started, "your boyfriend, your best friend, your coworkers, your brother even. None of them came to save you. No one came to save you."

Heidi felt a slight clench in her heart. She pushed it away. "They didn't know. I didn't expect them to," she was struggling to keep her tone cool like she had before.

"They should've known, though, right?" he asked, but he wasn't going to let her answer. "I mean, they were your friends, your family. They didn't care."

Heidi stood up straighter. "That's not true," her voice cracked at the end.

Anger let out a sour laugh. "Oh, but it is. They abandoned you when you needed them most. All of them. They didn't care about you at all."

"That's not true." Her voice was louder this time.

"No one has ever cared about you. None of them have called you, wondering where you are. None of them have come over to check up on you. None of them even care that you're lying on that bathroom floor, dead," he clenched his teeth and growled, "they don't care about you."

Heidi pinched her lips together, before replying in a strong voice, "That's not true!" Her sudden shout caused Anger to raise an eyebrow. "You're a liar," she continued, "and I don't believe you."

Anger had snarl on his face at her words. She was difficult and unyielding. "Now I'm not here to waste anymore time. You're coming with me."

Heidi raised her eyebrows, her sudden confidence enabling her will to survive this. "Really?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips. "How about no."

Red eyes pierced her blue ones as she stood against him defiantly. She wasn't going to go that easy. If he wanted to drag her to hell, he'd be taking her kicking and screaming. She was too close to give in.

"I'd watch your tone if I were you," he growled. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Try me," Heidi replied in a challenging tone.

Anger's eyes narrowed at her, filled with hate and more rage than before. Heidi resisted the urge to visibly gulp. She knew instantly that saying that was a mistake.

He threw his hand out in front of him, and Heidi's body fire backwards, slamming against the wall. She struggled against it, but found that she was pinned a few feet up by an invisible force.

Anger stalked towards her like an animal ready to kill. He grabbed Heidi's face, yanking her head  down to meet his eyes. "Don't even test me like that, sunshine," he whispered in a dark tone that sounded like death manifested.

He pushed her head back, making it hit the wall, before he let her drop onto the floor. She landed on some of the broken glass, pieces of it cutting her hands. She cried out in pain as blood began to drip down onto the glass.

Even with fear coursing through her veins, Heidi looked up from the floor, and fierce gaze in her eyes. "I won't go," she said with an unwavering glint in her eyes.

Anger stomped over to her, grabbing her face once again, and pulled her closer until their noses touched. "You're not going to survive. You're going to hell whether you like it or not," he snarled, dropping her.

In a second, he was gone. Right in front of Heidi sat a wet cloth, and nothing else. It was for her hands. Despite how strange it was, she picked it up quickly with both hands. Immediately the cuts began to burn, and she threw the cloth away from her. It was salt water.