imagines [dc]

anger issues [w. wally]

⚠ swearing.

( sum fluffy wallman imagine )

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you're pissed. like, literally, totally, absolutely pissed. if you think wasting the whole day packing your things, waiting for 6 hours and getting your hopes up because your parents told you that you were going to your cousin's house to visit his mom's grave since today's her birthday, isn't going to piss you off- well, certainly, it pissed you. big time. who can blame you, anyway? you've been longing for this weekend vacation for ages, and then suddenly, because of some rain, you can't go anymore?

you see, you have anger issues. you can't control your anger properly, and sometimes, you get too angry than you could shed tears when you feel like it. no, you're not sensitive. but when you cry, there's more likely 3 reasons why. normally, people would have 2, but well, you're different. one, happiness, of course. two, sadness. and three, anger. you'd cry unconsciously when you're angry, and people often mistook it as sadness, which is not the cause at all.

you face planted on your bed as you sighed heavily. somehow, you could still remember you and your parents' conversation earlier.

"[your name], we can't go."

"what." it sounded more like a statement than a question, really. and by that point, you were already boiling, but luckily, your parents didn't notice that. because if they did, you'd probably be grounded and you'd probably be angrier than now. which you're glad you're not because, you can flip a friggin' table if you're enraged enough.

"it's raining and your uncle used the car-"

"then just go get the car back!"

"no. he wouldn't get here in time."

"then why can't you think of any other way?!"

"[your name], no."

"but-"

"i said, no." your mom's delicate voice didn't soothe your anger at all, in fact, all it did was raise your boiling anger more. of course, you sensed her sorrow and everything but that didn't make you calm, either.

"stupid uncle. if only he didn't use the car, we would've been able to go to my cousin's house!" you grumbled lowly as you walked upstairs, heading to your room. or stomping angrily, rather. it's as if an earthquake is happening by how hard you stomped on the floorboards, and how hard you slammed your bedroom door shut.

well, that, happened 5 minutes ago.

usually, your anger would disappear by then, but it didn't happen at this point. at least, not all your anger was dissolved, but you're somewhat fine. and after rethinking of what you've done and said earlier, you realized that you've been a bad daughter. so, standing up from your messy bed, you turned to look at the digital clock resting on your desk, it reads '7:37 pm'. that's the exact time where [your favorite show] would start, and it's a perfect timing, too.