An Unquiet Mind

My head felt like it was splitting in two. I could feel the tears prickling behind my eyes again, threatening yet another downpour. Around me, the rest of the cast rushed by, gathering their clothes and bags in preparation for the night ahead. We'd just finished rehearsal and were slated to grab a drink altogether at the bar down the street. It was a ritual I loved and normally made a priority, but tonight I'd have to bail. The pain had become all-consuming-my head pulsed like a sledgehammer, my eyes now wet, on the brink of overflow. Unsure of what was going on, I gathered the shred of residual strength I possessed and used it to get home...