Blinded

“Ray! Stop it! Shut the fuck up!” Frank. He’s here. He’s back.
I lie perfectly still in my bunk and listen. His footsteps move just outside my curtain.
I hold my breath.
“Who snatched my iPod!” His yell is more of an exclamation than a question.
Did I accidentally move his iPod when I…earlier?
Why did I kiss his pillow?
Fuck, I’m pathetic!
“How the fuck..” his whispered voice trails off.
“Who’s been going through my bunk!” Again, his yell is more like an exclamation rather than the question it’s meant as.
“Just leave my shit the fuck alone, for fuck’s sake,” he mutters.
I’m still not breathing.
My stomach hurts.
My hands are shaking.
My heart is pounding.
Suddenly I hear something rip. It’s the curtain – my cur-
“Stay the fuck out of my shit, Gerard! You got that? Stay the fuck away from me and everything I fucking own!” My entire body is completely frozen as I listen to his harsh, hateful voice.
“Fuck!” Frank screams, making me jump. Then the same rip as before resonates through the bunks, before Frank’s footsteps stomp off.
My chest is aching. My stomach is being torn apart.
Suddenly a loud thumb makes me jump again.
“Ow! Who the… Fuck!” I hear scrambling, then silence.
It’s all silent.
It’s dark.
And I’m alone.
I turn over on my side – facing what I think is the wall – and start sobbing. Or bawling. I’m not sure how to specify it.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, but I shake it off and bury my head in my knees – curling up into a ball.
This hurts.
So fucking much.