Numb.

A Story by NucleusOfARose

She couldn’t hold it in any longer. She was tired. She was sad. She was angry. --- A stress relief one-paragraph story.

Numb.

She couldn’t hold it in any longer. She was tired. She was sad. She was angry. Pulling back, she brought her fist up and smashed it against her bathroom door. Splinters flew, the weak wood half eaten by termites allowed her fist to go nearly completely through. The pain didn’t register, not even when she pulled her fist out, the wood catching on skin and slicing multiple cuts over her knuckles and fingers. She just hit the wood again. And again. By the third hit, the anger began leaving her. By her fifth hit, the tears had begun falling down her face. By her eighth hit, the pain began. By her tenth hit, she could see into the living room beyond and had to force herself to stop. She closed her eyes, breathing in the numb washing over her. Not bothering to spare a glance at the broken, tattered and bloody remains of her hand. Not caring to see the anguished look on the figure staring at her from the living room.

-NucleusOfARose

Sep. 06, 2016