Content Warning: Violence, death, coarse language
Everything she said seemed like such senseless reasons to want someone dead. To want my brother – my twin – dead. All at once, my vision went completely red. I could feel my hands clenching into fists again as the rage bubbled up through my entire body. In a few short moments, my agitation had encased me in a maddened fury I’d never experienced before.
I did not feel in complete control as I stretched my arms in front of me, my rage lifting her from the floor. Her mouth hung open in an astonished “oh” as her body rose several feet in the air.
As I raised my arms further, her body also rose, turning so it was parallel with the floor.
Author’s Note: This wraps up the “who shot Holden” part of the story. I hope you found the answers satisfying!
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