~ HARRISON ~
I roared into the palms of my hands, the sound reverberating in my head, momentarily drowning out the chaos that was now my thoughts. I lifted my head from my hands, but the rage inside me intensified as if the fury boiling within me demanded an outlet.
Knowing I had to give in to it or risk going crazy, I stood up from my chair and swiped the contents of my desk to the ground with a crash. Papers, pens, and my coffee mug scattered across the floor as I let out another guttural yell.
My mother stood quietly across from me, waiting for me to calm down, unfazed by my outburst. After a few more yells, she seemed to have had enough of my tantrum because she said, "Harrison, I understand you have the right to be enraged, but you need to control yourself. We can't draw any more a
