In the billowing, cold wind was where I stood. In plain sight. But, of course, they hadn't known it was me, because of my appearance. I hated it how I looked so differently from what I had fourteen months ago. How much can fourteen months change anything?
Slowly, but not slow enough, I counted in my head. Un, Deux, Trois... Before my mind had even thought of approaching Trois, there was movement. It took all my strength to not lunge forward and attack, nor to run away and cower like the little, stupid sadist I was.
I heard the grand mahogany door creaked as it opened slowly, but it seemed too fast. What seemed to me to be hours, even days, was just mere seconds, in those seconds, Garrett, with his sandy hair, turned around, to stare me, this dangerous stranger in the face, his expression went from happy and delighted, full of laughter, to a worry, scared, concerned look.
Slowly, I pulled my lips up, baring my teeth. My eyes flashed red, full of hatred. Of Envy. This wasn't me, it never was. I was scared of myself, but there nothing anyone could do for me. No one could save me from myself. It was all my fault.
All I know, or ever have known, was disappearing very fast, not allowing me to catch up.
"Siobhan...?" Garrett spoke, as if he was unsure about who I was. Stepping back was mistake, I knew it was before I even moved. Snapping twigs, I growled, lunging towards Garrett, not wanting to harm, but, in the same instance, wanting to.