There was an anger burning in Amber's chest, a fire crackling that she could not quite quench. Later after the accident, once she was cleared by the paramedics to go home, she paced back and forth in the tiny hidden room that had essentially become the super hero hide out for Power Girl and Bolt. Not that there was a Power Girl and Bolt any more. Just Bolt, all alone in the room which seemed brooding and silent now that Jenn's laughter was tnot there to echo against the metallic walls.

Okay I don't know what I'm writing but as long as I keep writing then it will be okay. This is not going as well as I thought it would. This passage is supposed to represent her rage at being a lone but I think I might have to do a bit more research into this before doing this passage. Instead I'm just going to write about something completely different and hope for the best

Loss is a hard thing to write about. You can never fully explain what it's like to have something that is no longer there, particularly when the something that is no longer there is a person and your whole world. If I were to lose Josh I don't know what I would do. Already my mind is off then other people's, like I have some kind of brain stutter when I can not figure out the right words to things. To lose Josh would be to make my brain permanently stutter, forget things entirely.

That's the problem with having a mental illness. My thoughts don't always come out the way I want them to. I can't find words to describe the feelings that I am feeling. It makes it hard to talk to people, as if there's some barrier there that doesn't quite get put up for normal people. I don't mind being not normal, but I would like it if I could enunciate my words better, and make people understand what I am thinking. I think that's why I want this passage to come out right, because I want people to feel what I'm feeling and they can't. This is the best I can do today. It's not five hundred words but I certainly tried my best even with the block. I'm sorry.