Images ran rampant through my head and left me feeling things I had long ago pushed aside. Anger was the strongest and it was the one I fought against most. I didn’t like to feel angry at things I didn’t have the ability to control, but it didn’t stop it from taking hold of me. I headed to a room in the back of the house that I had turned into somewhat of a sparring gym. Without bothering to wrap my hands, I took swing after swing on the hanging bag. It wasn’t working. No matter how many times I punched the heavy leather, the anger still held on strong. I tried the treadmill, hoping I could run away from the feelings that had overshadowed everything else, but that proved worthless as well. Giving up with the workout, I grabbed my phone and called the only person I knew that had the ability to make me forget, Alyssa. It didn’t take any persuading on my part to get her over; it never did. She had her own set of issues when it came to relationships, which made things between us easier.
