The beast in me... 5/5

They are coming. Like a trapped animal, I cower in the corner of my cell. I am always their first choice. With the last of my strength, I dive into my mind, willing my anger to wake up. Nothing.
Panic sets in, I won't survive another night of degradation.
Suddenly, I feel it. The beast in me is finally waking up. I rise, anger surging forth, like a hurricane destroying all in its wake. I realise my anger is alive, growing, feeding of me. I feel its power. I just have time to remember not to harm the other patients.