The vividness of darkness creeps around the corners of every wall. I scramble to get away from this chilling fear of the unknown. This June night is not like the others. The desperate cry to get away. Get away from everyone and everything, just to be alone. Sitting on rooftops in the night sky. Gulping away the half-empty bottle of vodka. It stings, but not as much as never being able to escape this living hell. I hate you, how could you do this to me? Swallowing Every ounce of angriness left inside of me.
