He's dying to get away, let the pain of yesterday go slipping through the cracks.

You remember wanting a screaming match.

"Famous last words..." You find yourself muttering.

You're bitting your lip to the point of bleeding, and you feel the salty evidence running down your cheek.

You r wanted a screaming match, not a random fight on how you're not treating your family members correctly.

You couldn't care less.

You check it off on your list of this to do though.

Joy.

~!~

You find yourself walking about aimlessly, you hands shoved in you pockets, shoulders slumped.

You walk in balance on the railroad tracks, staring at your feet as you walk.

You wonder how you're keeping balance on such a narrow path.

A snow flake falls on your nose and you look up to take in the color of the darken skies.

Purple.

Cosmic purple.

You breathe in the cold air and sit down on an icy snow bank.

For a moment, you watch the snow as it floats down and hits your warm face, melting then rolling off your body.

You close your eyes and the snow falls to your eyelids, sliding down your cheeks and disappearing.

Hiding himself away, watching all the memories fade away from red to black.