Geez, I fall asleep for half an hour and I get the first dream I've had in
weeks. So now you get to read it.
I sat clutching my knees to my chest. A dull anger ebbed through my veins, stronger by the minute. The anger, it swelled in my chest and throat, fiery, painful. I clutched a stone in my grasp squeezing it so hard my nails drew blood from my palm. I yelled and hurled my rock into the night. Anyone who could've heard me would've sworn that it was a scream of physical pain, but it wasn't. Mental torture, driving me closer to the edge every minute engulfed my brain. An intense anger filled with hate for the world. I clenched my jaw shut, my muscles turned to rock beneath my skin. I heard footsteps behind me, as if someone was running to me. Although my eyes were squeezed shut I knew it was him. I fought myself, trying to contain my anger. He held onto my shoulders, trying to hold me still. Yet the anger drove me closer to the edge every second.
No, I am not crazy.
I sat clutching my knees to my chest. A dull anger ebbed through my veins, stronger by the minute. The anger, it swelled in my chest and throat, fiery, painful. I clutched a stone in my grasp squeezing it so hard my nails drew blood from my palm. I yelled and hurled my rock into the night. Anyone who could've heard me would've sworn that it was a scream of physical pain, but it wasn't. Mental torture, driving me closer to the edge every minute engulfed my brain. An intense anger filled with hate for the world. I clenched my jaw shut, my muscles turned to rock beneath my skin. I heard footsteps behind me, as if someone was running to me. Although my eyes were squeezed shut I knew it was him. I fought myself, trying to contain my anger. He held onto my shoulders, trying to hold me still. Yet the anger drove me closer to the edge every second.
No, I am not crazy.