Elements.

December 7th, 2008.
The sound waves seem to grow wider and taller. They hit the ceiling and shatter. My eardrums shatter. The screams keep coming.
I cannot look into his eyes. There are miles and miles of rage backed up behind them. And nothing is more terrifying. I can feel his adrenaline pumping from across the room. It is synced to my heartbeat. To the sounds of glass smashing. My hands are shaking violently.
His anger is contagious, catching in all of our lungs. I am dying to exhale, but I know better. The pressure in my chest is unbearable. Every word, every explosion of ignorant rage pushes me harder against the wall.
No one speaks. His rough, strained breathing is the one thing that is audible in the seeming calm. For one split-second, I feel distant. Shivering. Like the silence after the storm. I wonder if it's okay to breathe again. A fist smashes into the wall, inches from my ear. The noise travels through me; atoms like needles, skilled to attack.
I gasp, and it hurts. Pain is rushing through my body.
It is so damn loud! So loud! Like his mouth is right inside my head. His teeth and lips are tearing me apart. Shredding me in the most painful way. I hear his words, I drown out their meanings, I cringe in their volume. I hear him no matter what.
Screaming, still screaming.Building a wall of invisible damage. Higher, higher, and higher...Ready to fall at any second. I don't want to die. I squeeze my eyes shut.
A final shriek and a everything is gone in a violent eruption.

Hollow.

November 29th, 2008.
"How are you?"
I feel myself smile. "I'm great!"
I regret the words instantly, as they are still dripping off my lips, slick with deception and perfection that can only come from practice. I want to reach out and take them back, but I have no substitute. I am hollow.