The monster got the best of me. Blame it on her not me. It was not my fault. I could not prevent her from coming out and taking over. She was too strong for me. Coming at full rage as anger ripped my soul apart.

I stood at the side and watched this other side of me take over. The pencil box flew followed by the desk phone. My stationery lay scattered at the other end of the hall.

Rage, pure rage. I cannot remember went was the last time I let her take over. I could feel her strong urge to throw the chair and it took all of my strength to grab hold of her hands, to prevent her from hurling it onto the wall.

The words that she screamed out stung but I just could not stop her from doing so.

When will all these insults stop?

I hurt you to protect myself. What a selfish world.