"Find a solution" she says. "What do you mean find a solution, I don't have all the answers!" he replys "yes you do, you're just not applying your self because you don't care!" she screams at him. He can say nothing in return, who was she to tell him what the limits of his mind were, he knew what was and wasn't beyond himself and he could see no solution to her problem. He shouldn't care, should probably just drop it but he can't, he can't allow her to think this way, but he can't gather his thoughts long enough to spit out a response. Then it happens, he can feel it, the all too familiar surge of adrenaline, the frustration, anger, even hatred that flows through his veins, burning him up like lava from within. He should calm down, take a breather, count to 10 but it's too late and he's too worked up to stop it. Helpless before his own emotions he grabs a miniature baseball bat he meant to put away a long time ago and swings at the smaller of the two TVs in the living room. He's hit it 4 times, smashing it nearly to bits before she even registers what's going on "STOP IT! NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!". He ignores her before moving on to the surround sound system that isn't his, he shouldn't break it but he doesn't care, his rage is shouting directions in his ear "smash it" it says "you'll feel better". He smashes, he doesn't feel better, he turns to his computer his last refuge in life and knows that if he breaks it, it's only a matter of time before he kills himself. There will be nowhere else to turn to, no escape from the problems in his own life that either have no solution or he simply isn't smart enough to solve. He smashes, repeatedly, she's screaming something but he can no longer make sense of the words, nor does he care to. He hits it repeatedly denting the casing, drop kicking it to it's side before jumping high in the air and landing with all the force he can muster atop of it. The hard drive gives way, he hears the loud bang and several verity of snaps and he knows it's beyond repair. He turns to her, she is still screaming, tears streaming down her cheeks and he can feel nothing but disgust. Not for her but for himself and his own inability to release his sorrow, his envy of her only helps to fuel the monster within, it feasts and gorges itself on the heat of his emotions before taking action yet again. Tired of the endless cycle of fighting and expectations he throws his bat at the large plate of glass that is the front window of the apartment, it shatters. While she is turned around he makes his way out the back door and starts the scale the apartment, running after him she is still screaming but her words make no sense. She grabs his ankle and he kicks her in the face, breaking her nose, just another reason to keep climbing, he knows he can never forgive himself for what he has just done. She lay on the ground outside, dazed and helpless, only finding the energy to move herself again when she sees him disappear over ledge of the roof. Moving with all the strength in her body she runs around to the side of the building, she knows if she climbs he'll have already jumped before she gets to the top, maybe she can catch him. He steps to the edge of the building nearest to the driveway, where there is hard pavement, it's just tall enough that should he leap head first his head will split like a watermelon. Closing his eyes he's taken back to an obscure memory in his past, of being 7 years old and playing outside with his friends who names he no longer remembers. The air rushes all about him, he knows any second now he'll be free, free from hate and anger, sorrow and pain, why bother thinking about what could have been when it was so unlikely that it ever could be so... the end.
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