Author: cordie06 PM
You're breaking. It's the first thing that comes to mind when I stare into the mirror and look at my reflection. I'm broken. I can't fix this. Am I going crazy?Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 39 - Words: 6,451 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 05-18-13 - Published: 09-08-12 - id: 3056727
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The first time the fury fills my stomach
It's been there all along
I was just too empty to see it
I'm with Anita
She's looking at me with sad eyes again
She always seems to be doing that now
"Samantha, tell me what's wrong"
It shocks me
What I think next
I hate her
I hate the way she's looking at me
Blind aggression consumes my mind
She has no right to give me that look
So filled with sadness
If she really cared
She would have done something months ago
"There's nothing wrong Anita"
My words are filled with ice
Anger is replacing all other feeling I could have
Not that there were any
Anita looks startled
And then she pulls a face
Her bull detecting face
"We both know that's not true"
I can't take this
I'm going to hit her
Or do something worse to her
The last remnants of rational tell me to leave
Before I do something I'll regret
"Just drop it"
Anita shakes her head
But I ignore her
And walk away
She yells at me
"You can't keep pretending Sam"
But I keep walking
Letting the anger wash over me
"Yes I can"
When I get home
I scream into my pillow
Scratch at my arms until I bleed
And then I cry
Hot rage filled tears
Anita's last words stuck in my head