The fat wet drops bounced off her skin as hot salty tear stung her warm cheeks. The pounding music filled her ears with a sense of dread as he fight that she knew was about to begin rattled her bones like the thunder that rolled through the sky, the anger in them a cruel reminder that hatred thickened the small cab of the cherry red truck she sat captive in awaiting the moment of the spark that will ignite the fire of anger. Her muscles tensed in weary preparation for the war about to begin in which she knew she was the culprit. Why couldn't she be the perfect person she wanted to be. Why was she the one to always screw up? Why would a woman who hurt them all the time and be mean to them get all of their love and understanding and forgiveness when the woman who trys to do everything for them doesn't seem to be doing enough. Maybe she's doing all the wrong stuff. Maybe she needs to fail at everything that she's doing and start doing everything that she's doing wrong right. Maybe an angel would come down and help her fix herself or take her and take her from this confusing would and teach her what she needs to know to be perfect. It would be heavenly to be able to please all that she loved for no more wars would erupt. She could get everything under control. She could control the mind that wanders from the real world and into a world of overwhelming emotions and thoughts. They swirl around in her head you know. Those emotions. They yell at her, anger, Love, saddness. They eat away at her head and cause her to blank out. The nexk thing she knows the world is crashing down around her and she's in the center of the unforgiving black hole that is consuming that is which her heart.
And then she wakes up...
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