Green Stars

My eyes were clenched together tightly hoping that the pressure behind them would disappear, as if that would get rid of my problems. Speaking of problems; my grandma is following me on Twitter, I dropped my cupcake this morning, I lost my keys-twice, my car broke down, my friends have abandoned me, the corpse that I now call my body feels as though it was hit by a train, my hair is a wild mess, I haven't eaten properly in days, and sweet starts to pool through my shirt. Beside me, the love of my life is handcuffed, whispering words of reassurance. Blindfolds over our eyes blocking out the horrors that we can only imagine. I grind my teeth as the far too familiar feeling of a cold metal gun presses to the back of my neck.