A teenager with greasy black hair and too many freckles stares at him from across the stupid hospital room.
"You're my-"
-pain in the ass, don't you fuckin' know your-
"-hero, man."
-place, telling your little boyfriend I beat you, what did you-
The mouth grimaces. The ears are sick of these words that continually assault the heart, words the brain knows are resonating in the mind and are not the ears' fault at all but-
-think was gonna happen, I was gonna stop?
"Shut the fuck up. Asshole."
-that just makes it more aggravated.
"W-What? I didn't mean to piss you off, Pickles, I, um-"
Did you really think that would help at all? Don't make me fucking laugh.
"Shut the fuck UP!"
The mouth is, of course, disregarding the close-to-tears emo kid and vomiting these words at the voice in the mind who won't stop its assault.
I won't ever stop, you stupid fucking bitch.