Shaking Hands Write
The anger in her grows as each day passes; making her want to kill either herself… or
someone else. She is terrified and tries to push her friends and loved ones away so she
doesn’t end up doing something to them that she will regret later on in life. The hole in her
stomach gets bigger as the anger grows. No body can stop it, and that is the worst part. The
way she pushes people away making herself sick with the disgust. It doesn’t help that she is
now and will be until the hole and the is gone… alone. The word sounds so comforting; the
fact that she cant hurt anybody anymore… alone makes sense… alone is good, she will stay
that way until she ends up dead. Alone will save the ones that she loves. If they are mad, if
they give up then she wont have to worry about hurting them, she will write a note telling
them that she is done, and she is letting the anger consume her while her companion still
fights it. Her companion makes all of fighting worth while, but how the hell do you fight when
it is so exhausting? How do you win when there is no winning? How do you overcome anger
when anger overcomes you? She did it… why cant I?
Copyright © Arianne Bungay | Year Posted 2009
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