Endless Skies

[24]

His anger was like a volcano; it was underneath for a little while, trying to be held down, then it gradually rose in time, and then his anger would fume out like lava pouring rapidly down the volcano.

But it hadn't exploded yet - his anger. It was in that moment when you know it's going to erupt soon enough and you're just waiting and waiting then suddenly, it happens.

Poppy stayed quiet, watching through hooded eyes, and made distance between herself and Ronny. His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead and the back of his neck. His shoes weren't tied, and she was worried he'd trip over them and fall.

She knew something had happened back at home before school because he had just arrived at school and made his way over to her before anything else. He hasn't said a word and neither had she. His forehead was against the wall and his breathing was heavy. Poppy wanted to talk to him, he trusted her and she trusted him, but she couldn't recall a moment where she'd dealt with his anger.

And if she had, it had never been this bad.

A few people were shooting looks at the two of them, but then kept walking on. She cautiously reached a hand out to touch him. She lightly touched his hand.

His hands were shaking.

"Ronny," she said, "let's go somewhere private, okay?" He didn't say a word, he just nodded. They found a classroom that was empty for the time being. She shut the door and turned around to face him.

"Are you okay?" She cringed. Of course he wasn't okay. Why even ask such a question like that? She wished she could take away the words that came alive on her lips, but she knew she couldn't take back the words now. "Y-You can talk to me, you know." Now she was starting to sound cheesy - but it was true, he could talk to her and she didn't really have to tell him that for him to know it.

"Yeah. I know." He said, his voice was rough and it sounded hoarse like he had been yelling. "I just don't want to talk about it right now."

Poppy nodded her head in understanding. He didn't want to talk and she most definitely wouldn't pressure him to say anything more about what was bothering him.

But Ronny couldn't help but feel like if he were to become glass, and represent how messed up he was, he'd be broken. And, unlike humans, people wouldn't try to help him; instead they'd just throw him away.

At least, that's what he thought.