Cassandra screamed, loud enough to make the walls shake a bit and the bookshelves tremble. The horrors from her past were coming back, full force... again. This wasn't new, it was something that was rather common, in all honesty.

"You.. you fucking... JACKASS" She screamed as the memories of when her mother was killed invaded her skull. It had scarred her, and rather severely, when she found her father standing over her mother's dead body.

Theme three. Anger.

I know.. didn't quite get it, but ... ehhhhh maybe I did well enough.

Regardless!

here's theme three