“How are you feeling?”

I’m feeling angry.How could she?

“Fine.” I reply. I have nothing to say to her.

“You scared me a lot Sean. Promise me you will never do that again.” The smile left her face. Looking at her hurts to, so I turn my face to the ceiling.

“Would you leave me alone please, I need some rest.” The lights are bright and they hurt my eyes, but I know I should not watch the two leave. The door opens and closes again, and now I’m alone.

How could I have been so stupid?

What’s wrong with me? I’m afraid. Why am I such a coward? Its because my fears are irrational. They are stupid. They are not worth anything. Real people have real problems.

I reach one hand around to find tissues, and the other I wipe my tears with. There is no box. “Dammit” I choke out between sobs. “God fucking dammit.” The tears are comming harder, every emotion just coming to me faster and faster. Its too much to handle. While punching in the air my eyes fall on the bandage on my arm. Hiding the tattoo of my failures.

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