Thunder roared overhead, accompanied by lightning flashing against the dark backdrop, as I stood in the kitchen of my small apartment. A tight frown was prominent on my face as I pressed my crossed arms tight against my body. Something heavy was in the air, and I didn't like it. It was an old friend. Specifically an old friend that decided, 'Hey, can you hold this knife for me? In your back? Thanks.' was a nice way to say goodbye. It wasn't enjoyable. I felt heavy. I barely was able to stay on my feet as I felt myself sway under the pressure. The pounding rain didn't help as it felt like it was punching my head. And I wasn't able to dodge them. Didn't I have something in my hand? It was set on the counter now as I let out a breath. What was it? The thunder was booming, and I felt unstable. As if the ground beneath me was a raft, rocking harshly as the ocean beneath started to become antsy with the looming storm. I let out a frustrated sound as I finally, yet slowly, gave in and hit the ground. I brought my hands to my face, pressing them against my eyes. Why? Why did I do this again? I was fine for, what, two months? I gave up my progress for nothing. Without thinking, I suddenly rushed to my feet, picked up an empty glass and threw it down to the cold floor. Glass scattered like mice as I stood there, before I finally fell again. Great. Why am I crying now? I gripped my arms as I ducked my head. Everything will be normal tomorrow, right? Yeah. It will be. But will it really?

Thisisbad:')