SarahAileen

I stand over a corpse that's face lie in a crumpled jumble of meat and cartilage. The bat in my hand drips with blood and i feel not a single ounce of satisfaction. I strike again, releasing a sound of desperation upon my diseased, undeserving target.
Ive killed her in cold blood and not only do i feel nothing that id hoped i would, but my arms grow tired from the relentless beating, and my eyes fill with confused tears.
Why wont this rage leave my body? My meager attempts to expel it upon this woman hath failed miserably and my mouth becomes dry, a loss for words.
Unreasonable and burning, i feel it pump through me. My hands shake wildly and my eyes pump forth salty water. I understand not myself, and i wish for a moment that i could breathe fire.
Rage consumes me, and when asked why, i can give only the unsatisfying answer of "I don't know."
I fall to my knees and grab the bloody mess of a girl that lie before me. I ask her why in panicked screams and she gives me no response. Blood