Officer Smith has left the radio off. It allows me to listen only to the wheels on the pavement and the thoughts in my head. After wiping away my last tears for the night, I let myself feel the hatred and anger I have towards Beth's killer, rather than my fear of him. I detest him with a burning passion. I loathe him. He is an abomination in my previously perfect life, an incurable disease. A spark ignites inside me. It's one that I have never had the need to ignite, and now it's a burning inferno. I'm deciding to use this hate to overcome my fears. I'm not playing your game, fucker. I repeat the thought over and over.
I have a whole new feeling. A heavy weight of burning hatred presses down on my chest. Its boiling my blood from the core out. A new Markie is emerging, and I can feel it w
