Tales of teenage angst

‘Hey…Hey!’

‘What?’

‘Can you let me out now?’

‘I didn't know you were there.’

‘I noticed…Well, can you then?’

‘I'm not sure.’

‘You're not sure?! Do you know how long I've been in here?’

‘No. How long?’

‘Years.’

‘Really?’

‘Yep.’

‘What have you been doing in there?’

‘Watching you become miserable.'

‘Me?’

‘What else was I supposed to do to pass the time?’

‘Anything else?

‘Festering, smouldering...’

‘I thought I felt something...Sorry.'

‘Huh! Is that it? If you don't let me go, you are only gonna get ill, I tell you.’

‘I had no choice.’

‘You had them; I saw open windows that you chose to shut.’

‘Maybe you got me scared.’

‘Always an excuse, eh, passing the buck, wimping out, hiding away, keeping schtum.’ 

‘Hey, steady on, you know nothing about what it's like.’

‘I do.’

‘You think you do. You don't.’

‘You're a mouse, a frightened little cowardly mouse who can’t get a grip and show some self-respect.’

‘You're a piece of shit!’

‘Go on!... that's it. Go on!...you're nearly there. Go on! Let me out. Keep going… Don’t close that bloody window this time!’

‘How dare you judge me, ridicule me, take the piss like this. You've made me paranoid, anxious, alone.’

'Ahhh!! Finally! I am free…'

'Are you listening? Oy! I said you’re a piece of shit and you've caused me hell. Why aren't you responding now? Don't know what to say to that do you. Surprised I stood up to you aren't you?

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‘Daniel?’

‘Yes mum.’

‘Have you got a friend round?’

‘No mum. Why?’

‘Oh, just thought I heard you talking to someone up there.’

‘Must be the radio, mum.’

You ok?

‘Much better, mum, thanks.'

'It's tea, anyway.'

'Coming, mum.'