PAINFUL SATISFACTION
Anger shoots through my beings and makes my already heated blood boil. My heart start beating fast and suddenly it's very hard to breath.
My vision flashes red and for a moment I'm scared, but then anger rips through me in a fury I knew not imaginable.
The need to rid of the anger makes me restless and it's all I can do to not go out of control and explode in front of everybody.
My breathing speeds up and after a few seconds I'm hyperventilating and my hands are in tight fists by my sides.
My knuckles throb with the need to feel pain as I try to calm myself down.
I know it won't work without feeling the pain... The satisfaction of punching a wall or something hard. Without the satisfaction of seeing the pale skin on my knuckles turn red.... To see small cuts and the blood flowing freely...
I turn towards a brick wall and punch until my whole knuckle is covered in a mess of blood and my anger has vanished.
