Wreathed in Shadows (An Iceland fanfic)

The rage was at a boiling point in me.
It was a volcano.
A volcano waiting to burst, to explode.
And I knew I had to get away from them before it did.
"Ekki tala við mig. Koma ekki eftir mig. Og ekki einu sinni hugsa um að hringja í mig Emil."
(Do not talk to me. Do not come after me. And do not even think about calling me Emil.)

Proper summary is the first chapter... Sorry, it was too long to put in here. n.n;