Disclaimer: Not mine.
What is this feeling? It's pulsating throughout my body, burning in my chest, throbbing in my head, making my arms feel weak like steel. I can't move: my entire body is trapped in this single stance; waiting, watching. Though my eyes search yours, I find nothing conclusive. There's fear here, that much I recognize. I don't even know where I am, or who you are. This feeling of intensity is all that I know, and I don't even know what it is. I've never felt it before.
My eyes leave yours and I notice my own shaking arms. Here at last is my answer, and I stare at the cold metal held between my hands.
I feel hate.
Yes, now I know you. You're the reason I cried myself to sleep as a child. You're the reason I learned about death before I had a chance to understand life. You're the thief that stole my chance at a happy family away from me. I hate you. Trembling, I raise my hands, this newly named emotion powering every muscle in my body.
No.
Everything fades.
