Anxiety: Black Eyed Peas feat. Papa Roach
I slammed the car door shut. Sometimes I just felt so fucking furious about this thing inside me, this internal poison. I stomped on the acceleration and the car shot forward.
I'd yelled at Mulder, for no real reason, and I'd apologise later, but for now I was venting my anger on the roads.
"Argh!" I screamed, and smacked the wheel. It wasn't fair. I wasn't afraid of death, god knows I've faced it enough times. I wasn't scared of bullets or my enemies or my secret feelings. No.
I was terrified that thing would beat me.
