HAND TO PHONE. SHE SITS CLOSE BY.
TAKING IT ALL IN, WHAT SHE HERSELF HAS CREATED.
A LIFE LIVED NO LONGER FOR HER BUT FOR THE LIFE SHE WAS TOLD TO WANT...
SHE CANT BELIEVE ITS GONE ON LIKE THIS..."SO LONG..." SHE THINKS.
HER HEART ACHES...ACHES FOR THE TIME THAT TIME SHE CANT GET BACK.
SHE'S LOST HERSELF.
SHE GETS UP...THROWS THE PHONE ON THE PAVEMENT AND STEPS ON IT.
ALL IN ONE QUICK MOVEMENT
THEN SCREAMS, THE LOUDEST SCREAM HER LUNGS, VOCAL CHORDS, AND MIND CAN HANDLE PRODUCING.
HER FACE TURNS RED... BRIGHTER THAN SHE THOUGHT HUMANELY POSSIBLE.
SHE FALLS TO THE GROUND, ON HER KNEES SHE SITS HOPELESSLY FINISHED, FINISHED CARING OUT HER...HER
200 DOLLAR JEANS, OR SHATTERED SMART PHONE.
...GLASS DIGGINGG INTO HER KNEECAPS SHE STANDS... TAKES OFF COAT. RUN. JUST RUN. DONT THINK. GO. GIVE YOURSELF FREEDOM.
MOVE!!!!!
...DROPPING WHATS LEFT OF HER MIND IN FRONT OF HER SHE STOMPS FORWARD. LEFT. RIGHT. LEFT...RIGHT...LEFT, RIGHT.
SHES CRYING, CRYING HISTERICALLY. SHE DOESNT LOVE. SHES NEVER LOVED. WHY.
WHO TOLD HER HOW? WHY CANT SHE FEEL?
WHY CANT SHE DISCOVER. EXTENSIONS. COMPLETE. SHES ALONE.
SHE IS WRONG. FOREVER. REMAINS A WOMAN WHO WAS NEVER TOLD RIGHT.
HELP ME... SHE THINKS.
PICKS UP THE ROCK AT HER FEET AND CARRIES IT HOME WITH HER.
THIS IS MINE...ITS REAL.
ITS HEAVY.
-JUSTINE MARIE
