Random writing

Random Piece #1

6/29/2016

She walked outside onto the balcony with a knot in her stomach even though she had ate nothing that day and was absolutely empty.

It was completely dark out and she sat on the chair that was near the corner of the balcony that allowed her to look over the city. She felt empty and she felt alone.

She felt completely, and utterly, alone.

A cool wind blew through her hair, shocking her to the touch. Her skin was hot and the cool wind felt soothing, it struck a nerve in her. Her stomach twisted in knots and it churned. She felt sick, she felt like throwing up, even though she had nothing to throw up.

The cool air blew again, blowing against the sweat that had rested on her neck. She felt like crying, she brought her knees up to her chest and held it in. She couldn't cry, she wouldn't cry, not over something as stupid as this.

She looked up in the stars and remembered that night in the car with him. His arm around her and him smiling at her, he looked happy.

Out of pity she thought. She hated pity. It was such a ridiculous thing and yet, it had affected her so much.

She had felt numb, she felt so numb she hadn't even realized how hard her nails were digging into her hand.

She slowly uncurled her fist and saw the red lines of the imprint from her nails. She buried her head between her legs and tried to stifle a cry. The wind burned her eyes and dried her tears and she began to stand.

She felt weak and tired and could barely make it to the door to let her back inside. She walked back inside with her head hung low and walked to her room. All she remembered that night was how she could barely feel anything,

it hurt to feel anything.