Wyatt
Sitting here in this sad excuse of a jail cell, the course of events that brought me here keep replaying in my mind. I'm torn between so many emotions. I'm so angry that I can feel the heat coming off my face. I get up to splash some water on my face at a bucket they have sitting in front of a mirror in here. Throwing some water on my face and running my hands through my hair as my reflection stares back at me.
My deep brown eyes brood with such intensity, no wonder Maddy had that look on her face when she turned me away. When I am angry, that is all anyone can see. It's all I allow anyone else to see. Any other emotion that is accompanied by anger is completely overridden by the anger itself. So, anger and rage is always lying at the surface.
This is also why my powe
