we're just feeling fine

That stupid piece of crap. The ground underneath his feet felt rough and dry, the sky seemed dark and cloudy. Who the hell did he think he was?  The air was dusty and dirty. The water was polluted and horrible. What right did he had to question me? Flash was beyond angry, at a point of rage he had never been before. Anger radiated off him, thankfully nobody else came to him, or he might have attacked them. Everything around him seemed stupid and worthless, his vision was red. 

In his rage, he walked back to his den, curling up. He let out a growl, frustration prickling at his fur as he could just howl and let his anger out. He rose, before also leaping into the creek, letting the water cool him down. Silently, He sat in the middle on the creek, words burning in his mind. I keep going to the river to pray, cause I need something to wash all the pain. And at most, I'm sleeping all these demons away, but your ghost, the ghost of you...it keeps me awake.