"Why do you need to make my life miserable!?" he yelled atop his voice, veins popping on either side of his neck and his eyes widening in their sockets.
Hearing his voice echo past the room and through the walls was becoming a norm. All he did and all they made him do was to continually scream and make a nuisance of himself, but this time around, things were worse and he just couldn't contain everything any longer. The steaming sound from the boiling kettle coincided and mimicked the feeling ongoing in his frame of mind.
Taking one step forward, and then slowly reclining and returning to his original position. Vukan ground his teeth and dug his fingers into his palm as he clenched his fist into a ball and threatened not to let go. It was how he felt pain, misery and anguish and all from those he loved and from those he wished would just show him love in return.
