HAZEL
Hours later, I lay on the carpet, the room completely destroyed. It looked like a fight had taken place or several, but I felt perfectly fine with it.
Did it release my frustration?
No.
Did it feel like revenge?
No.
But it took something out of me, and I needed that something gone.
I stared up at the ceiling. I was doing that a lot lately. Then there was a knock.
I didn’t bother replying.
Angela walked in and gasped.
“Oh—what happened?”
She rushed to me immediately.
“Are you okay? What happened?”
I laughed, like a crazy person.
Angela looked at me, studying me, and maybe she decided something, because she just shook her head and went straight for the blankets, shards of glass, pillows.....picking them up, organising, trying to make the room presentable somehow.
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