I slowly woke up... I realized Spike above me, lazily in effort to bring me back to life. "Hey..." He was wearing his sunglasses... I knew what that meant. I slowly stood up again, this time merely grabbing the pickle jar and smashing it onto the counter. Through the glass and blood I picked up a decimated pickle and began eating it, making my way to my room.
I slammed the door behind me. I continued eating the disgusting excuse for food. As I got to the end, I tossed it at the wall, starting to flow the room with my cursing.
After a good yell, I plopped onto the bed. This band was slowly dissipating together under drugs... My escape being my sudden fits. I wasn't sure if the spark for this one was Spike's condition, Random's situation, or just the problems of my own...
I blankly stared at my bloodied paw... Every single strand of hair stained by my hatred in material.