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Jaded
His anger doesn’t disappear for a long time. I can hear it from the way he’s chopping vegetables once he leaves me alone in bed. I’m trying not to flinch every time I hear a loud sound, but he keeps cutting so violently, or banging the doors of the cupboard closed. It serves me right, I know that. I shouldn’t have done that. I still don’t know what’s been going through my mind. I’m scared of my own thought process now. I was supposed to get the blood out of my system and continue with my life, not try to kill myself. I flinch again as he takes out a bowl and bangs it onto the kitchen counter so hard, that it falls apart. I stare towards him in horror, noticing the way he leans his hands on the counter and lowers his head. I know I should probably leave him alone now, but I can’t watch h
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