Night Rage (This is not my usual stuff, but it was good therapy this Am.)
Night Rage Loud angry voices I hear coming from my parent's bedroom. These were the sounds that would wake me in the night; Shouts of hateful accusations, contempt and rage. I was frightened, suffocating I could not breathe. I clung to my quilt, my sheets and over my head I pulled the covers. I... Sign in to see full entry.