(C) o l o r b l i n d.

Disobey

==> Dirk, get angry.
You come home from a date with Jake to find a huge ass mess in your newly cleaned house.
Nervous.
You look around to find the culprit,
Your room door still is shut,
The front room is the only room that seems to be trashed,
And no foot prints, of a human are anywhere to be found.
But your couches are still moved. Pillows scattered everywhere, feathers all on the floor, vases cracked and water dripping from the insides of them.
You hear Jake's voice,
"Jack! get off of the Counter!"
And in that instant you knew, it was your green eyed, brown fluffy dog, named Jack, who messed up your room.
Full of rage,
You storm out to the front room,
You call, Jack, over to you.
And he obediently, but slowly; with his tail in between his legs, walks over.
You scream at the dog,
"Bad Boy!"
"Bad Boy!"
And with every scream the dogs expression gets sadder and sadder. but your to busy yelling at him to notice,
Soon your fist raises up,
And as soon as it's about to go down,
Jake grabs your wrist,
And you snap out of it.
Looking into Jacks eyes,
Looking into Jakes eyes.
You see the same expression.
Hurt.
Pain.
And...
You don't know how to describe it.
As Jake's grip loosens, you hear him say, worriedly
"Dirk..your....crying?"
And you notice that your crying.
Quickly you use your sleeves to wipe your eyes, which are now red and swollen.
And you run out the back door,
Not even bothering to shut the door.
You run into the woods,
And hear Jake calling
"Dirk!"
"Dirk!"
"Come back!"
But you keep running.
And running,
Till eventually you even get lost,
And then you sit in the woods.
Alone, and terrified.
Of yourself.