I WANT TO KILL YOU

His words drag me back to reality. They are so deep that I don't just hear them, I feel them deep down my bones, body, and soul.

It's so cold and at the same time warm. I can feel them and it feels like I can touch them too.

I've never known words can penetrate that deep. Nobody's words have ever penetrated that deep into me but his does.

Why? Why does it? I'm getting frustrated with each passing minute! Why do everything he does have an impact on me?

Things never do, why then is his different? Why is his trying to push through my barrier?

I grit my teeth and stare at him, realizing that he is indeed still alive when should he be dead.

I have almost forgotten about him. I tend to do that each time I doze off. I hope you are not getting me wrong. I hope you are not getting the word 'doze' wrong because it doesn't in any way relate to sleep in that statement.

I drop my eyes on him. At the stranger who is making me feel things I haven't felt before and anger bubbles within me.

All I think