When Grief Becomes the Storm
"And you," she said in a quiet voice like she was telling me something that was just, between us are not nearly as scary as you think you are.
Natasha could not hear them anymore. The words just went past her like they were echoes that were really far away. Her sisters name and the quiet thing she said and the easy smile she gave. It all came together in her mind as one tough thought that just kept hitting her over and over: Natasha thought about her sister and what she said. It was all so sad. The thought of her sister just kept repeating in Natashas mind.
Kill. Kill. Kill.
Something inside of the woman just broke. It was like a voice inside of her had been telling her to be quiet and patient for a very long time but now that voice was gone and she was very angry. The woman felt a change inside of her. Something, inside the woman snapped.
