Stones Five

Stones

Five

      Her head throbbed.

      There was too much information for her to take in, too much for her think about.

      Just.
      Too.
      Much.

      She sat on her bed, trying to make sense of all Sam had told her that night, all that Sam had explained, all that he had kept from her for the last two years. A solitary tear began to walk down her face. She thought of wiping it away but allowed it to continue its path down her cheek. She felt the bead of water as it rolled round her chin and focused her energies on visualising the droplet; it took her mind away from Sam.

      She saw in her minds eye the tear holding onto the apex of her chin. She looked closer, right into the tear, and saw a new world; A perfect world, encased in water. She saw people dancing and singing and playing and swinging. A smile came to her face. This is the world she wanted to live in, a world of happiness. She marvelled at the irony: A world of pure joy, surrounded in a symbol of sadness.

      The tear began to turn red in her minds eye, as she thought of the sadness. The happy, dancing people all began to run for there homes. The planet looked like a wasteland as the joy dissipated into pure pain. The tear began to fall from its place on her chin, and with it the world that she wanted so much was lost.

      She felt a tap on her leg as the water splashed down. Her thoughts returned to reality: to Sam. Her phone vibrated. She picked it up and looked at who had sent her a text message.

      Sam.

      She threw the phone at the wall in a bust of rage. Metal, plastic and glass flew around her room. She turned to the glass of coke she was drinking and treated it to the same privilege that the phone had just received. Everything in her room became a target for the uncontrollable anger that was being released. Every book, every ornament, Even her bed all received a punishment even torturers would not bestow upon their prisoners. She turned to her door and started to lay her fists into it again, and again, and again until her legs broke down beneath her. She slid down the door onto the floor and adopted the foetal position as her body convulsed.

      Another tear began to run down her face, followed by another and another and another until buried her head into her legs.

      “Kaycie, I’m Home” Her mothers voice pierced the air.

      She didn’t reply.

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