He screamed.

He made sure I knew what I did wrong.

But what did I do?

Am I wrong..?

But wasn't he was the one that went to the party?

Wan't he the one who drank the most?

Wasn't he the one who kissed another girl?

What have I done?

He screams more.

I was not enough.

That's what I did wrong.

My mind began to scramble.

Words became mush and I could feel myself slipping away from the world.

He stopped screaming.

I look up at him.

He looks angry.

I'm speechless.

The conversation is left unended, open.

He had shut the door wide open.