TRIGGER WARNING: SELF-HARM
It’s tiring. It gets worse minute after minute. My body is shaking all the time, practically leaving me locked to the bed. My knees threaten to give out any moment that I stand up.
Cyrus keeps a close eye on me at all times, but he keeps moving from place to place, unable to stay completely still. I offer to cook lunch, but he doesn’t let me. It makes me have another angry outburst, without me even realizing why it’s happening.
He practically forces me to calm down by simply staring at me with that knowing gaze. It makes me so furious that I’m tempted to make holes inside the pillows and scatter out whatever’s inside. It feels like feathers.
Finally, I realize that I can’t keep being angry, because it’s starting to give me a headache. Or maybe it’s the detoxi
