I sink down to the floor. I was full of nothing but tears of misery and yells of anger. They both begged to be let out. I face my head towards the ceiling letting the florescent light take over my senses. I close my eyes praying that this did not happen; that I will wake up in my bed like this is nothing but a bad dream. But I open my eyes knowing full well that this is not a dream and I can do nothing to help. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes.
"This can't be happening." I murmur. "Why? Why would you do this to me?" I close my eyes and clench my hands . I start to pound my fists into the hard tiled floor. Pain courses through my hands and up my arms. I relish the feeling of pain; it blocks the feeling of grief and defeat that covers my senses like a blanket that could suffocate. I whip my head up towards the ceiling letting a howl of grief, anger, and defeat rip the silence of the corridor . My howl echoes off the hall for a ways before fading into nothingness. My head slumps against my chest as it heaves for breath. I place my palms to the floor before slowly dragging my legs under my body. I rise to my feet and take one shaking, unsure step down the corridor before collapsing to the floor. I rise my head to look down the corridor at the door before letting my head fall to the tiled floor. My eyes shut and I start to fall into eternal darkness and pain.
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