Anger

[|Anger] is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath. ---   He sat quietly in the courtroom, watching them, glaring at them as they smirked. He hated them for what they did. He did not hear or see anything but them. It couldn’t have been possible to hate someone so much as he did them. He just wanted to scream and tear them apart with his bare hands, but he controlled himself. They would get what was coming to them, but not yet. The time wasn’t right. Too many witnesses, you might say. He was going to make them suffer. It was just over a year since it happened, since she was taken from him, stolen from his life and the lives of their children. They were 5 and 6 at the time, too young to remember her. They would grow up without a mother and he would grow up without a wife. She had looked after them all in a way. They had relied on her as much as they had loved her. She was the one who would organise them, write the shopping list, buy their clothes, and decide what they were going to have for dinner. When it had first happened he took the children to live with his mother, he couldn’t cope on his own, he couldn’t cope. He wasn’t a bad father; he had just been laid back. She was the one who ruled the house, and she enjoyed it, she had loved being in control. She was kind of bossy in a way. He had learnt to survive without her, for the children. He had forced himself into a routine, every morning he would wake the children up, make them breakfast, drop them off at school on his way to work. After school they stayed with a childminder until he could pick them up after work, which would often be quite late. Then when they got home it was tea, then baths, then books, then bed and then he was alone again. Often he would bury himself in chores, or work, or alcohol. He couldn’t just sit still and think; otherwise he would stop functioning all together. He almost stopped when he had heard the verdict. “Not guilty” someone announced, and he heard cheers coming from across the courtroom. The shock of it hit him like a gunshot, and he knew what he would have to do. He had stormed out of the courtroom, past the smug faces of the defence, and the flashing cameras. He got into his car and slammed the door. He drove home, ignoring red light and pedestrians. He was focused and he was determined, that is not a good combination for a man so full of pain and anger. As he walked into his house, he remembered how she had been shot a few feet away from their house, whilst their children were asleep in their beds. He had heard the shots “BANG! BANG!” and he had known. He ran outside, he saw them running away from an alleyway; laughing and swearing, two boys no older than 20. He hadn’t cared at the time; he ran down the alleyway and found her drowning in her own blood. He hadn’t known what to do, he could see the fear in her eyes, and it panicked him. He knew what he would have to do now though, and he pulled his gun out of from the back of the cupboard. He had bought the gun to protect his family, and protect his family was what he would do, even if it was too late to save her, he could still avenge her. He walked calmly out of the house, the gun hidden in his jacket sleeve, and he walked to the alleyway. They were there, he had known they would be. They were like vultures. “Alright, mate! Come back for some more have ‘ya!” They cackled. The fact that they were allowed to return angered him further. "Your scum!” He screamed, and he pulled out the gun.   They just laughed, “You think you’re any better than us! Don’t make me laugh. Didn’t even try and save her, what a joke!” they taunted.      “BANG! BANG!”    The noise as the bullets left the gun echoed. He smiled to himself, and he looked down at them as they shook with fear. He couldn’t help notice that one had wet themselves, and this made him want to laugh. He looked up at the darkness above their heads where he had sent the bullets, and he smirked.     “You’re wrong. I am better than you.” He calmly said,” You see, even given the chance I wouldn’t. That’s what makes me better than you.” He looked at their faces, they were frozen with shock and fear, “But, I’m not so sure I’ll miss next time, so you better not come anywhere near here again, understand?" They nodded, the looks on their faces was all needed to see, “Now, get out of here!” He screamed. They ran off as fast as they could, and he walked calmly back into the house, he couldn’t help notice that none of the neighbours came to see what had happened, and he smirked. Bethan M