Anger
It was a hard thing to explain, he thought, and sometimes it was better if he didn't explain it at all. It's not like anyone who cared would understand the feeling of disgust that often welled inside of him, and it's not like anyone that would understand cared. He was alone in this battle, he knew that much, and he was losing terribly.
When he was younger, anger was not a common trait of his. He was always calm, cool, collected—never distraught or angry. But now, now was different, so much more different, because there was something to be angry about, something to be distraught about. But he didn't want that, he bet that nobody would want that unless they were keen on self-harm, and he fought against the sickening anger that always found a way to consume him. Because, after all, he was just a monster at heart, and no matter how many times his friends tried to convince him otherwise, he knew for a fact that it was true. It would always be true, for the rest of his life.
His anger was irrational. If he had to be angry about something, he wanted a reason for it, and perhaps that was why he rarely got angry while he was in control. Control—that word seemed nearly foreign now. Maybe because it was rarely associated with him, for reasons he could understand. He was nothing more than a beast, some creature, and he had to accept that.
As Remus Lupin tore away from his outer being and let the silver-haired menace roam free, he couldn't help but submit to the anger that was clawing at him from the inside.
A/N: The word count for this is 282 words. I hope you enjoy and review.