In a matter of 4 seconds the bomb blew. The house shook. Yelling began. Here I sat, earbuds hoping to blast out the noise, but met with failure as they managed to get above. A thump and crash can be heard along with a smack and then.. a moment of silence before the rising storm. I hid in my hood and apologized to my friend — more to myself, really. The yelling hurt my ears and pinched my eyes. I glance over next to me to realize she had fallen asleep, luckily. Maybe she won't remember. Even if it should be something to be used to, it was a sensitive time every few months a year. Someone else is yelling and it's scary, I don't know this person — no, I do, but he's come out different. I hope to close my eyes and let the music flow through my brain to numb it. A fog of tension and silence rises to the playing field. The door creaks open and a figure comes in. Apologies are gently whispered before I fall into a slumber of darkness. It was comforting and quiet for awhile and nice. I wish it wasn't like this sometimes..

~ Danirious

- it's okay by the way, I'm fine -