The shattered bathroom mirror and colors of the faded paintings that used to hang on the wall so perfectly. Glass covering the bathroom counter and floor. Blood drips slowly from his knuckles as he breaths in and out at a steady pase.
10 minutes before, he was listening to music, thinking about the mother that had out casted him because he was gay, his sister who had just gotten married and didn't invite him because she didn't want her child to become influenced by his gay uncle. It was like his whole family was homophobic, except for his younger sister, she was lesbian. She was the only one who understood him, but sadly she had passed away a month before because of a car crash. More like her drowning because the car went off a bridge and into a 15 foot deep river.
10 minutes into listening to music and thinking he slowly started to break down. Crying on the bathroom floor, wishing his boyfriend was off work already to hold him. But he wasn't, he wasn't supposed to get off work for another hour and a half. This caused more thinking to occur, making him cry more and more. He didn't like the thoughts that seemed to flood his mind as each song went by.
A few moments later, after standing up and looking in the mirror, he punched it. Full force, with one good punch, shattering the mirror. His crying subsided, his breathing slowed down. He was calm like, his mind had gotten rid of those memories that had been tearing him apart for the past half hour.
He was completely fine.
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RandomThis is me venting about things. Some things are very disturbing and just plan fucked up. This isn't just all venting, some things are about very sensitive topics, or just something I thought of. ~VENT WARNING~
