I punch the wall as hard as I can. Again. Again. Again. I punch the wall until my knuckles start to bleed. I keep punching, the skin on my knuckles tearing apart. I keep punching. I pull my fist back and punch one last time. With my fist still on the wall, I realize what I've done. With my fist still on the wall, I slowly sink to the ground, trailing blood down the wall. I pull my hand away and start to cry. I then stop crying, run my hand with the bloody knuckles through my hair, and stand up. Life must go on.
