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The Silent Anger
Aidan sat in class, his pen tapping rhythmically against his notebook. The teacher’s voice droned in the background, but his mind was elsewhere. His mother’s words from that morning echoed in his head.
"You never talk anymore, Aidan. I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours."
She had sighed, but he had just shrugged and walked away. What was there to say? Nothing ever changed. The fights, the tension, the way he felt like a ghost in his own home. It was easier to let them believe he didn’t care.
A sharp nudge to his shoulder pulled him back. He turned to see Jake smirking beside him.
"Still spacing out, man? Thought you were the genius in here."
Aidan forced a smirk, shaking his head. "Just bored."
Jake laughed, turning back to his notes, but Aidan barely heard him. His fingers tightened around his pen. Bored. That’s what he told people. That’s what he told himself. But in reality, there was something coiled inside him, something restless.
It wasn’t boredom. It was anger.
Not the kind that exploded—not the shouting, the fists slamming on tables. No, his was quieter, sharper. It sat in his chest, heavy and unyielding. It surfaced in the way he ignored texts, the way he snapped at questions that weren’t meant to be confrontational, the way his jaw clenched at the sound of his father’s voice.
He thought he had mastered indifference, but sometimes, he caught himself gripping his pen too tightly, his nails digging into his palm. Sometimes, he wanted to throw the whole notebook across the room just to feel something real.
Then there were the nights when he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and the anger turned into something else—something hollow. Because the truth was, he wasn’t angry at just them. He was angry at himself.
For still hoping things would change.
For still wanting them to notice.
For still feeling anything at all.
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Have you ever mistaken silence for control, only to realize it was bottled-up anger waiting to be acknowledged?
Click here: Chapter 4
The Silent Anger
Aidan sat in class, his pen tapping rhythmically against his notebook. The teacher’s voice droned in the background, but his mind was elsewhere. His mother’s words from that morning echoed in his head.
"You never talk anymore, Aidan. I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours."
She had sighed, but he had just shrugged and walked away. What was there to say? Nothing ever changed. The fights, the tension, the way he felt like a ghost in his own home. It was easier to let them believe he didn’t care.
A sharp nudge to his shoulder pulled him back. He turned to see Jake smirking beside him.
"Still spacing out, man? Thought you were the genius in here."
Aidan forced a smirk, shaking his head. "Just bored."
Jake laughed, turning back to his notes, but Aidan barely heard him. His fingers tightened around his pen. Bored. That’s what he told people. That’s what he told himself. But in reality, there was something coiled inside him, something restless.
It wasn’t boredom. It was anger.
Not the kind that exploded—not the shouting, the fists slamming on tables. No, his was quieter, sharper. It sat in his chest, heavy and unyielding. It surfaced in the way he ignored texts, the way he snapped at questions that weren’t meant to be confrontational, the way his jaw clenched at the sound of his father’s voice.
He thought he had mastered indifference, but sometimes, he caught himself gripping his pen too tightly, his nails digging into his palm. Sometimes, he wanted to throw the whole notebook across the room just to feel something real.
Then there were the nights when he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, and the anger turned into something else—something hollow. Because the truth was, he wasn’t angry at just them. He was angry at himself.
For still hoping things would change.
For still wanting them to notice.
For still feeling anything at all.
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Have you ever mistaken silence for control, only to realize it was bottled-up anger waiting to be acknowledged?
Click here: Chapter 4
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