"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
I threw my hands on her face, and the sound of her scream was like music to my ears. No matter how hard she tried to push me away, I struggled back, determined to let the fire burn her. Though only on my hands, my fire was just as enraged as I am, fiercely burning her.
My heart felt like it was about to burst, and my entire body felt like it was burning. I was so out of it that all I could think about was hurting her. I was consumed with hatred, and my hatred of her became the fuel for my fire—wild and unrelenting.
My life would not have been as miserable if she had never existed. My father would still love me despite the loss of my mother, and perhaps we would still be together under better circumstances. We would not have to suffer or bear the consequences of someone else's actions, feeling as if this is what we deserved in life.
