Painkiller.

The sound of glass shattering against the floor was nothing new to me. The vibration of voices clashing, frustration, was not unfamiliar to me either. In reality, it had become to routine to me; the violence, the rage, the urge. The urge of wanting the craving to be sustained, have the feeling of euphoria coursing through my veins had become customary. The rage part, was wanting to rip him to shreds.