you stare at the reflection starting back at you in the mirror, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself down from a panic attack earlier.

you and karissa had gone into a huge argument earlier. words were thrown, objects were thrown, but never hands. until earlier.

why did you two argue? how did the argument start? well, karissa is very, easily angered. one wrong move, one wrong word, one wrong intake of breath, she’ll scream at you, throw stuff around, call you and your whole bloodline names. but as said before, never hands. but, of course, it all changed earlier.

you were having trouble changing the batteries of the lantern. the rain caused a power outage, leaving the whole street dark. you were using your phone flashlight to find the batteries, but karissa was becoming impatient. the argument started from there until you left after she hit you.

one thing karissa didn’t know was about your panic attacks. they easily get triggered after every argument. you luckily leave before it starts and it takes ages to calm it down.

there was a knock on your door now before it slowly creaked open. at the same time the power came back on, leaving the room to shine brighter than your phone’s flashlight.

“i’m sorry, love.” she apologized.

she never apologizes.