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34 | Aiden

My knuckles pulsate with pain.

My arms burn, feeling like they are being torn apart. The punching back swings back at me. My fist hits the bag with much force it goes the opposite way. My moves are sloppy as I feel my blinks become progressively slower. The tiredness spreading through my body. Every muscle in my body throbs with pain as continue moving around the bag.

So lost in thought I continue to hit the punching back. Fuck my life. What have I've been doing with it? It seems like I haven't done anything in this year and a half.

A soft hand touches my shoulder making me tense and stop my movements. I turn around to a familiar face. "Aiden, how long have you been down here. Look at this they are all worn out now." Mom holds up my hands, making me look at the wrap around my hands.

The knuckles are torn, and the skin is a little red. "I don't know. I lost track of time, I guess." I shrugged my eyebrows creasing at the thought.

This is the only reason I have, willingly, left my room. I hate everything in this new house. It's lonely and not filled with brightness, or that beautiful, angelic voice of that one person I miss.

I need to stop it.

"Go take a shower, so I can feed you. You must have a big appetite. Go." Mom pushes me away.

"Ok, I'll be downstairs in a few." I quickly unwrap my hands and leave the gym. How much I wish I could say this house feels like a home. But really, I feel like we are just two people living in an empty house. Maybe at some point, I will be able to call this a home, but for now, this will do.

Walking into the room I call my bedroom, stalking into the bathroom. Turning on the water I strip off my shirt, looking at myself in the mirror.

My eyes have sunken for the lack of sleep. The scruff along my jaw only makes me feel much older than I am. My arms and stomach have toned much more. I have filled up. Doesn't matter how much I have I fill up into my body I somehow, I still feel empty inside.

The shower glass starts to fog up, making me sigh and strip completely. The scorching water falls onto my shoulders. I close my eyes. Recently my mind has been filled up with all these thoughts, and I don't know if it's because I haven't had some sleep in two days or if I'm just fucked up in the head.

Nothing seems to be right now. Everything I do feels like I'm doing it wrong. After showering I go to the closet.

The walls are white, and the only color comes from my clothes. I guess you can say I've been experimenting with some new colors. It reminds me of her.

Books lay on my bedside table. All her favorite. I have read through all of them, highlighting the parts that remind me of her. I'm whipped as fuck even though she's no longer with me. I change into some clothes before gracefully walking downstairs.

The smell of food fills my nostrils making my stomach growl lowly. 'Shut up,' I internally scowl at my stomach.

"Who are you saying, 'shut up' to?" Mom appears from the kitchen into the dining room. "And yes, you did say that out loud." She smirks down at me.

"I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. My stomach growled." I say diving into my food once mom sat down at the table.

"Mm. How are you feeling today? You look tired." Mom points out, bringing her cup to her lips.

"I am tired. On top of that, I need to go to the office today." I shake my head, frowning.

"Why don't you take a break from working. You're practically in the office all day." Moms' eyebrows furrowed.