Janus

It has just started suffocating me. I close my eyes. Nothing. I open my eyes. Still nothing. Except for flashes of scenes. Nothing more. Nothing less. Blind fury is not good for me. I seemed to have some kind of episodic amnesia. All I can remember are my jerky fast movements and my even faster-moving tongue as I slashed out at them verbally.

The smirking woman at the door, the interfering person and the stupidest of the stupidest girl shouting at me. I was no less. It took two of my friends to restrain me. I was a lion. A lion that had finally lost its patience was desperate to tear down the cheating, lying foxes. Scratch them. Scar them. Break their limbs to a million pieces and smash their face. Sorry 'faces'. Both of them.