Those Worse Off Than You

As I was led back to my room, I felt a salty type sting fill my eye. I reached up and touched the sticky crimson substance dripping down my face into my eye. I didn't notice how much my head was pounding until then.

"What the hell got into you," Angel scolded.

"Nothing," I answerred brainlessly annoyed before I remembered I hadn't been able to finish watching the news.

"Geeze," he continued. "Now you're going to be stuck here all week!"

"I already know that!" I shook him off and slipped into my room before I slammed the door in his face and used a nearby t-shirt as a towel to wipe my face. I groaned and layed on my bed in the dark, looking up.

I began to think.

I didn't try to kill him- that wasn't me. I hadn't been thinking.... I wasn't in my right mind.

I had lost control. Maybe, I am crazy....