I can’t breathe, I can’t fucking breathe. I gasp in breaths of air, struggling to catch enough as I choke on the suffocating feeling. I can feel my body shaking and god, do I hate the feeling. I can’t bring myself to stop, I know I need to, I know it’s wrong, I know I’m a bad person for this…But I can’t fucking stop. I continue swinging on the poor dude, throwing punch after punch as the burning anger refuses to go out. I can hear the students surrounding me practically screaming at me to stop, but I can’t.

”Fucking hell…”

I mutter, staring at my knuckles that drip with crimson blood. The skin is already turning a bruised blue and yet I can’t fucking stop. Shit, I shouldn’t have let this episode get this far. I need you. I want to be in your arms again. I want you to prevent me from going any further but I don’t know where you fucking are.