The Shot Glass

Saga Shermis

A person can only complain so much. Bad things happen, so what. You’d end up complaining if nothing happened anyway, so why not just save your breath. You just have to learn to handle the mood maturely, otherwise you’d end up in trouble with more complaining. The trick is to move on, like a shark. Don’t stop, just go straight-keep swimming, let the problems bounce off you as you swim by.
Her voice was shrill and high pitched. The sudden sob the lashed out could not have come from her mouth. My independent sister, now bawling over the computer, not exactly an ordinary moment. She ran out, leaving the page open, and vulnerable. I saw the words that had gashed into her heart, leaving it torn, the flesh waving free of their original placement. Blood swelled over the rim of the words.
I ran out to fetch her. Sitting down, next to the rest of my collective coven, was a new object. The fluid inside swayed dynamically with my sister, her heart sat in the venomous glass. The shot was not a bullet to her heart, but to mine. Hers was slowly weaving in and out, the seams being placed together. But they looked fragile, easily breakable.
I took off. My head spinning. I was swallowed up by darkness. My mass sunk down against a tree. The rugged edges abrasive against my back. The moon was the simple sanctuary that seemed to be most welcoming. I closed my eyes. I heaved in a deep breath. And I sat there. Just sat. Waiting. Just waiting.
I felt breakable. Like a glass. Containing a very valuable liquid. Without it what was I worth? I watched as my horror disappeared as quickly as it had come. Now I was clouded with anger. The unfortunate affect of almost anything that ever jerked my emotional balance. I jolted upright. My body aware like a lion. My prey would not be able to endure the unparallel senses that now flooded my shaking body. I was in attack mode. My rage directed towards one thing... the shot glass. I stumbled, my feet staying a pace and a half behind me. A battle was inevitable now. Someone would pay for what had happened. What would break the shot glass... without dropping the heart.
I ran across the pool cover, my feet off-balance until I got to the edge. It reminded me of a lagoon. A peaceful place. I felt dizzy again. But the unsettlement of that feeling shook me back to my quest. I grabbed a lemon. And then I swung with all my might at the fence. I was angry. The power, to much for my shoulder, left it aching. A threw on. I didn't stop until the lemons insides sprawled out across the cold stones. I was at peace here. With the ability to relax as I pleased. It was like playing catch. I heard a muffled cry. My seniors walked to the house. My sisters followed them slowly. I waited outside for a while. Letting myself fume. It felt nice to let the anger slide off. I was calm, the aura of peace slightly more visible through the diminishing fog.
I walked to the cottage, through the window, the shot glass loomed. My heart picked up a few beats. The glass was empty, the heart was slowly unweaving. With every stitch I took a step. I came to her side. The balls of venom fell from her eyes. They closed slowly. and my last bit of anger disappeared with peace in it's clutches.