Wrong, this feels wrong.
I clenched my teeth together in anger, biting my tongue every now and then, making some pain and a faint metallic taste settling in my mouth.
I lay in my bed inside the tent, staring at the dark cloth ceiling with resentful eyes, my hand was on my chest, the fabric of my shirt creasing under my grip, if I hadn't been controlling myself it would've been torn already.
I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before I let it out in a long exhale... I repeated this process for the next few minutes until my nerves went back to healthy levels.
And now, why am I like this?... well, three days had passed since the attack, and honestly, they passed peacefully, we had nothing to do.
So am I angry because of the extra free time... of course not.
