ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴄʀʏꜱᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ

The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. She feel the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child and she looked toward the window, as if the light could soothe her.

There was static in her head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress she lives with. She heard her own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside.

It took something out of her she didn't know she had left to give. That's the way it is when people are heartbroken. It's like a theft of the spirit, an injury no other person can see.

Brick by brick, her walls came tumbling down.

As she ran from her friends the tears in her eyes turned the rainy day into a whirlwind of grays and yellows. She slammed into the bathroom door. She didn't care who saw. She just broke down.

The sobs punched through, ripping through her muscles, bones, and guts. She pressed her forehead against the grimy stall door and began to let her heart yank in and out of her chest. It pulled back in like a yo yo. Over and over. In and out.

She was hollow. Her life crumbled in her fingertips.

"Nobody knows the real me!"