The End Of Ballet

5

It was 11:30pm when I walked into the dance studio it had been such a long hard day.

I knew that all i needed to do was dance. I needed to dance out all of my sorrow.

I signed in and went to the only studio available, it was a bit small but anything would do right now.

I didn't even put any music on, I just let my soul carry my body around the dance floor.
My face drowned in unshed tears that were held in all day finally free.

I danced my heart out and didnt stop. It was now around midnight and the last janitor was leaving. I reluctantly put on my heals and headed out again locking the door behind me.

Once I got home everyone was in bed. I trudged up stairs. I didn't really know how to feel. How does one cope with grief?

I switched in the shower in my en suite and let the hot water pour over my tear stained face and my sweaty, clammy body.

The jets of water massaged my back and eased my sore muscles.

I towled my self off, changed into my pajamas and flopped into my bed and fell asleep almost instantly. I didn't even turn the light off I was too exhausted.

The next morning I woke up and trudged downstairs where ma was sitting at the table with a business man. She looked grave...

After he left I asked her

"What was that all about? "

"Now that Gary's gone I don't have a job, we can't afford to live in London let alone this house and for you to go to your school... our only option is there is a cafe in Liverpool which is where I first moved to when I came to England, they have offered me a job and so we will have to move down there"

she replied steadily but she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

"Oh" I said at last, "when do we leave"

"In two days, so start packing... you can go to school today but it will be your last day"

I sat down next to her and out my arms around her, "don't worry ma we will be ok"

I tried to be as comforting and steady as possible but that failed as my voice quivered and silent tears rolled down my cheeks again. I thought I had cried my last...