Kill her

As soon as I stepped out of the library, an overwhelming wave of anger washed over me. My hands clenched into fists, and I had to force myself to breathe slowly to avoid exploding. But why? Why was I so angry?

The rage seemed to have a life of its own, simmering just beneath the surface, ready to boil over at any moment.

The voice in my head kept talking, its incessant whispers a constant, maddening drone. "She doesn't care about you. She's just using you. Remember what she did. Remember Jade."

I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I needed fresh air. Maybe a walk in the garden would help me calm down. As I made my way outside, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the path, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves. The beauty of the garden did little to soothe my tumultuous emotions.

"Why am I so angry?" I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. "This doesn't make any sense."