“Rage coursed through her veins, her eyes flashing with the red veil that covered her vision looking as if it were about to combust, her knuckles white as she curled them tighter and tighter, her breathing was heavy and labored as if each breath was a release of the pure endorphins that filled her blood stream. She looked as if she were dangling on a thread of control, a strained snapping thread, each second the tension increased, the breaking point getting closer and closer. Yet the man still talked, his words like the wood the fuels a fire, with each syllable she grew visibly worse. One word, that was all it took, she was done. The tightly gripped fist had found a new purpose. He’d never really be the same, his right eye had swollen so badly…show more content… She had once been a kind, sweet person, first grade changed that. For the first time in her life she met someone who wasn’t nice, someone who made fun of her mother. That had changed Nikki, by fifth grade she’d had enough. She changed that year, while she’d been slowly hardening over time that year had changed it all, she spat poison, she was violent. Her once sweet disposition was gone, she could have as much fun and be as nice as you pleased, but it wasn’t real. Once false move and she’d rather tear your face off than look at…show more content… A quick round of spell check told her there were no obvious mistakes, her online writing analyzer reached the same conclusion. Glancing at the clock in the middle of the upper bar of her iPad she noticed she was in perfect time, she clicked the command to publish her latest writing. A shout through the house told of her mother’s arrival. Nikki dashed around the large, messy room. If a room is what you chose to call it, more accurately it was a 2,345 square foot loft on the uppermost floor of their
