The downside of anger (apple)
May 11, 2014 10:19:50 GMT -5
Post by Vrases Claudt on May 11, 2014 10:19:50 GMT -5
Vrases stood there in the coming darkness in the gym, alone. It was nearly night time, and he needed to clear his head. Right now, he didnt want to be anywhere near people that he might take it out on. He felt rage building up inside of him, and he...just had to let it out somehow. Slowly, he put his fists up and began to punch the punching bag with building intensity as the heavy metal of cannibal corpse blared through his headphones.
Mom had been hospitalized. And she didnt want him to leave school to come see her. She had apparently had some sort of reaction to an allergen while she walked home from work and had begun to convulse. The hospital had called him when she was stable to tell him what happened, and now he was told not to come see her? she was his mother; he couldnt leave her! and the nightmares had only gotten worse since the call; the shadows began to come closer and closer, creeping and coming to try and tear into him. He had had nearly two hours of sleep in the last two days, and even by his standards that was very little. Not being able to go and see the woman who had raised him, the torment from the nightmares, even the stress of being a student had begun to get him...Now, not even the usual daily workouts could contain his rage.
Standing there lost in thought, he cold feel the anger, deep in his chest, well up with increasing ferocity until he began to simply clench his teeth until he could feel his jaw hurt from the exertion... And he finally snapped. Feeling his heart rate spike, he threw a hard left hook against the bag....and channeled an animal. The top of the punching bag came loose, and it went hurtling back a few feet. Standing there in his tank top, his tattoos shown off at his shoulders and glistening slightly from the sweat from punching the bag so heavily. he breathed heavily and could feel the heat rise to his face...and he crouched down and held his head in his hand for a moment...and held back, quietly, his tears. It was dark, he was the only one at the gym that he knew of, but he....never showed this kind of emotional response. It was too unlike the large jock to show this side of him... but he couldn't help it. Standing up straight after a moment, he walked over to the front door and got a chair, pulliing out the music as it blared loudly, he went to fix the punching bag that he had knocked out of its area when he saw someone sitting in the gym as well; who was that? he squinted, wondering who the hell that was? was it mathis? Cam? they usually were here at night, it might be them....
Mom had been hospitalized. And she didnt want him to leave school to come see her. She had apparently had some sort of reaction to an allergen while she walked home from work and had begun to convulse. The hospital had called him when she was stable to tell him what happened, and now he was told not to come see her? she was his mother; he couldnt leave her! and the nightmares had only gotten worse since the call; the shadows began to come closer and closer, creeping and coming to try and tear into him. He had had nearly two hours of sleep in the last two days, and even by his standards that was very little. Not being able to go and see the woman who had raised him, the torment from the nightmares, even the stress of being a student had begun to get him...Now, not even the usual daily workouts could contain his rage.
Standing there lost in thought, he cold feel the anger, deep in his chest, well up with increasing ferocity until he began to simply clench his teeth until he could feel his jaw hurt from the exertion... And he finally snapped. Feeling his heart rate spike, he threw a hard left hook against the bag....and channeled an animal. The top of the punching bag came loose, and it went hurtling back a few feet. Standing there in his tank top, his tattoos shown off at his shoulders and glistening slightly from the sweat from punching the bag so heavily. he breathed heavily and could feel the heat rise to his face...and he crouched down and held his head in his hand for a moment...and held back, quietly, his tears. It was dark, he was the only one at the gym that he knew of, but he....never showed this kind of emotional response. It was too unlike the large jock to show this side of him... but he couldn't help it. Standing up straight after a moment, he walked over to the front door and got a chair, pulliing out the music as it blared loudly, he went to fix the punching bag that he had knocked out of its area when he saw someone sitting in the gym as well; who was that? he squinted, wondering who the hell that was? was it mathis? Cam? they usually were here at night, it might be them....