There Will Be No Happy Thanksgiving When November Comes

There were too many coming at him at once, and no matter what angle he viewed it from there was no way around it, and that's when he decided that the window was his only option, so he ran and he leaped but one of them grabbed him and dragged him to the ground, putting all of its weight upon him, and he could feel it, he could feel the pressure on top of him but there was nothing he could do to get up, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he struggled, and so now he looked for help, and he screamed and screamed and he saw his family and his friends and his lover and he looked at them all and tears were streaming down his face and he wanted them to understand, he wanted them all to just understand what was going on with him and what was going through his mind and fuck where are they going, why won't they just help me, he thought, and with each step they took away from him his screams grew louder and louder but eventually his voice grew hoarse and all he could do was cry in long, silent, draws of breath and low rasps, and he could feel his body giving up even if, somewhere in the back of his mind, he wanted to fight on.