My whole being poised like I’m on the verge of lashing out and ripping this room to shreds, such is the crazy hate and anger coursing through me, and I clutch the bed viciously to hold myself in check. Torn between mounting fury and heartbreaking, crippling devastation. If I could turn, I would already be ripping this facility apart with the intensity of everything I feel inside me. A storm raging to be set free, yet my heart aches to the point I think it may stop beating under the force of pressure. An agony incomparable to anything and my entire truth crumbles like ash around the ruins of my...