I was raging.
I’m sure people could feel it coming off me in waves. If they had cut me open it wouldn’t be blood that came out; it would be emotion of every colour ready to wash over everything in its path.
I knew I’d been silent for too long. I knew that it was easier that way. But since when had I shied away from speaking the truth? I had been too nice. I’d had enough of holding onto my grief and this horrible secret for too long.
The wheels were already in motion the moment I had made the decision to open my mouth. I wasn’t going to take the blame for something that someone else had done that was NOT right and was in NO WAY my choice.
I had a big mouth and I could write. That was a lethal combination and it was time to unleash that power.
I hoped they were ready to run because I was going to hunt them down and tear them apart.
And they weren’t going to survive.