Her veins burned with the familiar sensation. She knew what was coming. Jason had just enough time to react before she lunged after him. His mind raced. He hadn't an inkling as to what set her off again. Her moods swings became an old sweater, tattered and torn for him. Her torment of Jason had finally broken him. Bleeding, he took a knife out and pierced her red hot flesh. The wound only caused her more aggravation. Something inside her struggled to get out. She needed relief from it. The aching in her heart told her that she could not go on this way.
Jason had loved her so much that he endured her tyrannous outbursts when she became enraged. The genetic mutations that she had suffered as a result of her exposure to the deadly virus wasn't her fault, so he stayed. When anger didn't encompass her, she was sweet...the sweetest girl in the world. He tried to remember her this way when anger encircled her. Normally, it worked, but he had enough this time.
Blinded by his own anger, he took another stab at her. The blade penetrated her flesh and opened her heart. The room turned to white as she fell to the ground. Jason finally freed her from the throes of her own self. Seeing her lying on the floor, innocent and serene, guilt ravaged his brain. How could he have done this to her? Her behavior wasn't her fault, but they had tried all they could to help her. This was the only thing that worked. He had freed her. Now he would free himself. Thrusting the blade into his own heart, he collapsed in a breath of relief.
No more frustration. No more anger. No more seething hatred.
Are you angry? Do you hate? How do you physically feel when the anger licks at your gut? Is it pleasant? Do you enjoy it? Or do you want to pierce it and rid yourself of it? Anger is draining and damaging. Free yourself of it and love again.
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