Pent Up Stress Comes Out Eventually (Open)
Jan 23, 2018 18:22:29 GMT -5
Post by Mitchell Rogers on Jan 23, 2018 18:22:29 GMT -5
Sometimes it felt good just to punch something - this was one of those days.
And to say Mitch was really going at it on the punching bag was an understatement. He was frustrated, annoyed, embarrassed, Well a whole lot of emotions really. Not so much that his foster father had got what was coming to him - he felt relieved at that. But that he had gotten into that situation at all. The fact was he was coming to the slow conclusion his life sucked, royally. If he hadn’t been so weak to begin with he wouldn’t have fallen victim to the pig to begin with.
He let out an exasperated scream of frustration as he punched it harder. His wrapped hands slightly blead now from going at it for so long.
He leaned forward quietly, trying to catch his breath as the sweat dripped down his face. He wasn’t a victim he told himself, this wouldn’t happen again, even if he had to kick someone’s butt himself. Mitch refused to be abused again, he refused to let anyone hurt him like that again. Even if he had to shut out the whole dang world - which he didn’t want to. But was one solution.
Taking another sharp intake of breath he went back at it. Hard and fast. Over and over. And he’d keep going at it until he stopped feeling this way - or just passed out.
And to say Mitch was really going at it on the punching bag was an understatement. He was frustrated, annoyed, embarrassed, Well a whole lot of emotions really. Not so much that his foster father had got what was coming to him - he felt relieved at that. But that he had gotten into that situation at all. The fact was he was coming to the slow conclusion his life sucked, royally. If he hadn’t been so weak to begin with he wouldn’t have fallen victim to the pig to begin with.
He let out an exasperated scream of frustration as he punched it harder. His wrapped hands slightly blead now from going at it for so long.
He leaned forward quietly, trying to catch his breath as the sweat dripped down his face. He wasn’t a victim he told himself, this wouldn’t happen again, even if he had to kick someone’s butt himself. Mitch refused to be abused again, he refused to let anyone hurt him like that again. Even if he had to shut out the whole dang world - which he didn’t want to. But was one solution.
Taking another sharp intake of breath he went back at it. Hard and fast. Over and over. And he’d keep going at it until he stopped feeling this way - or just passed out.
