The Untold

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Her eyes fluttered opened for a millisecond but pressed shut again as the harsh light pierced its way through her eyeballs and straight to the darkened area at the back of her skull.

A sigh crawls up her throat as the thought of the present dulls her senses. A continuation of the mundane activities that fill the days causes a build-up of tension within her muscles and she releases the frustration through a sharp breath.

All the while the world continues but still, she lays in bed, barely noticing the ticking sound caused by the hands of the clock. A reminder that time is passing and thus responsibilities cramming together, begging to be noticed and abolished.

The warmth of the blanket threatens to lull her back to sleep. She rips the duvet off her body, no longer staying in the cocoon of warmth, and allows a shiver to make its way up her spine as she welcomes the inhospitable temperature. The cold winter air creeps into every opening of her clothing and attaches itself against the warm press of her skin, nestling itself along the hairs of her body. Causing them to rise.

After half-heartedly scrubbing her body and ridding it of any of the sweat from the precious night, she sluggishly places her body into something acceptable. Now now, it was nothing as sinful as one would think which could have caused the beads of sweat to roll from her body in abundance. How she wished it was something as exciting as a passionate night shared with a significant other. Or even an unfamiliar body, just there for the sole purpose of fulfilling one of the basic human cravings. Instead, it was caused by the gut wrenching and crushing anxiety of the previous day's occurrences.

Now that she thinks of it, it does not appear as threatening as it made her feel. Maybe she was crazy? A laughable thought since her luck would allow just that, for the crazy to finally make its way into her veins and flood her entire being.

She remembers the brisk walk to the elevator which would free her of the noose around her neck for the next few hours. Work.

She remembers stepping into the elevator and pushing a button, the doors nearly closing. An inch or two away from allowing the doors to close, a hand is shoved into the compact space. A person enters the elevator preventing her from relaxing and invading the space. This person, no... rather this man does not spare a single glance her way and this causes her to shift uncomfortably. Normally one would be grateful to avoid a simple glance and nod at the time of day since work had sucked the remainder of their soul from their body, but something about this man's indifference towards her made her feel uneasy. It was almost as if she was not there but at the same time, he all but knew of her. Which is why he did not need to look at her face or even glance her way. An eerie feeling perched itself upon her shoulders and clung onto her, only leaving when she made it to the safe and confining space of her run-down car.

Maybe the strained atmosphere filling the air in the elevator was caused by the recent unsolved crime documentaries that she had been binging throughout the late hours of the night. Yes! She blamed it on exactly that.

Returning to the present she continues the task of preparing for the day ahead and proceeds to paint a version of herself that is acceptable to the world. Eyeliner and lipstick giving her face some life.

She did not have the time or nearly as much energy to care about the scrutinizing eyes that would be glued to her for the rest of the day.