"I am a truly violent person living in a cage… and the bars are breaking…"

The feeling rushed through me. It was quick, like lightning cracking against a tree trunk, it hit me. That feeling. The feeling of betrayal. Loneliness. Anger. It was the compulsion that ran through me. The hate. The anger…

My hand was curled in a fist, I could see my thin, blue veins stick out amongst pale skin. I hit the side of the bed, and the sound of bone-against-wood echoed around the room. I was shaking.

I buried my head in the pillow and tried to hide in the cocoon of thin white sheets. Hid from what? There was no one to hide from. Of course, I could hide from him, but what had he done to me? I brought this all on myself. I was hiding from myself. My teethed clenched and I threw the covers up, but they seemed to just float silently and slowly up before falling into a heap in my lap. No. It was his fault. The feeling of betrayal. Loneliness. The compulsion that pulsed through me. The hate. The anger…