“ I HATE YOU! “

The phrase was repeated like a mantra, a muffled cry followed by small thumps on the wall. Every toon knew who was causing such a ruckus, but Dandy said to ignore him. As they say; ‘No one likes a bully’ He cried, how could he not? Inside the comfort of his own room, behind his locked door, posters and his own wardrobe covered the holes he’s punched into the wall. He hovered above the paper, looking at the scribble words, But he hated writing, he hated everything, he hated..himself. He crunched the paper up and launched it, promptly throwing another punch that made his fist enter the frail drywall.

“ Huff..Huff.. “ He breathed angrily, tears running and drying as his anger overlapped his sadness. His own love, hidden behind his hateful display..