Akkia felt her knuckles whiten on the handle of the broom. She felt her jaw tighten to the point where a headache bloomed behind her eyes. She felt the tension build in her until she felt like she was about to snap, until she felt like she couldn't breathe.
She felt every iota of anger, every inch of hurt and pain and fear echo through her, rebounding off bones and rattling through nerve endings, setting her heart aflame. She felt like she was white-hot, like she would burn the house down with a word.
She sucked in a breath, and it felt like the hot iron in her soul had been doused in ice water, she took deep, gulping breaths, her eyes wide, as if she had just been drowning. She slowly flexed her painful fingers on the broom handle.
"Should I start sweeping now?"
She felt every iota of anger, every inch of hurt and pain and fear echo through her, rebounding off bones and rattling through nerve endings, setting her heart aflame. She felt like she was white-hot, like she would burn the house down with a word.
She sucked in a breath, and it felt like the hot iron in her soul had been doused in ice water, she took deep, gulping breaths, her eyes wide, as if she had just been drowning. She slowly flexed her painful fingers on the broom handle.
"Should I start sweeping now?"