Hurt. As I sweep up the glass I smell the damp air. As a stand up straight I see a picture sitting on the counter. She was in the picture with me. I stare at the picture, my sadness suddenly turning into anger. I swiftly scoop up the picture and fling it at the wall. The frame breaks leaving more glass sitting on the floor. The picture flutters on the floor and lies facedown. Good, I don't want to see it anymore anyway. As my anger fades I remember my cuts. I examine them and decide they are not that bad but I still grab some band aids and slap them on. Then I sit back down on the chair and lean back. Suddenly I hear a sharp rap on the door. I slowly pull it open a little a peak outside and standing outside is her.
