Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.
She turned back to the reporter, holding out the microphone. “I'm not an expert, I'm a survivor. I hope you can learn how to be one yourself.
I forced my weary body up from the ground, my eyes burning with rage. I'd had enough of nearly dying. I'd had enough of secrets and mysteries. I was filled to the brim with pain and misery. It had taken its toll on me. It was hard to hold on to the very things that made you human, when there was nothing good left inside of you. In fact, I no longer felt human. I didn't feel anything except anger. It was time to find Kellan.
I do not want to be like a small animal bitten by a snake, going stiff with that poison. I want to bite back.
For those that dare to stand upagainst those that want to knock you down. The dedication from Worst Case Scenario: Bug Out - Book 2.
There is just too much cruelty, selfishness and corruption in the world not to want to crush the poisonous will of those who cause it by writing about it as powerfully as I can.