I stare at the message in fear.
Anxiety coursing through my veins.
My pupils shrunk.
My eyes refused to accept the words that were there.
My brain couldn't understand how one could be so cruel.
My phone admitted blue light against my tan face.
Tears welled in my Latina eyes.
My view got blurry as my tears fell out of my eyes onto my Latina face.
The words became harder and harder to read.
I wipe my tears but they keep getting replaced by the same salty transparent water.
I felt helpless.
(no, not a Hamilton reference Liya.)
I should've tried to not act on impulses but I couldn't hold back.
The words scared me, the emotion went down my spine.
The adrenaline rushes through me, my hands typed shakily.
"You'll what?.."
I type, erasing all my other ideas.
I wanted to defend my honor.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to act tough.
But in pure reality, I just wanted to cry into someone's arms.
I wanted someone, anyone, could understand this sinking feeling that I couldn't.
Someone to explain my own head for me.
God forgive me for being who I truly am.
What's wrong with me.
