In the tinniest fraction of an airless gasp, her soul was shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.
Her panicked mind doesn't quite register the words when her, now bloodshot, eyes identify every curve and twist of tortured, black letters.
The floor beneath her feet slips away leaving her suspended like a lifeless puppet that's held together by dainty stitches and cotton wool ideas. Her body dances, moved by an unknown puppeteer, guiding her through an onslaught of people, noises and bodies.
Shoulders collide with hers in a fantastic display of grunts and exclaimed words, scowls find her direction as she rushes forward hoping to leave her heart somewhere far behind. She bursts through the doors of the dinning hall and runs.
Her body feels weightless as her feet carry her in heavy footsteps towards her little one man room. Her heart is pounding in her ears and her breathing is becoming erratic. Flames lick and bite at her lungs and muscles but she barely feels anything as her mind slowly shuts down.
Before she can hide away in her comfortable sleeping bag, she trips on a lose stone lying hidden against the tar. With a skid and a bounce her body suddenly stops moving leaving her stuck belly down on hot, black tar.
A group of kids making their way towards the freshly prepared chicken and veggie dinner stop and laugh at the spectacle only a heartbroken girl can offer.
A thousand tiny shattered pieces of her are lying scattered across the road. Twinkling in the overwhelming sunlight. Her blue eyes overflow with emotion as the merciless jesters point in her direction and with a hasty collection, she's up and running again - this time making it all the way into the dark confides of her oddly empty cupboard. Tears from her eyes resemble the blood on her knees, fresh and flowing.
Her heart is bruised and her body is battered but her sobs don't cry for rescue. They speak of hopelessness. Hate. Hurt. Heartbreak.
Inconsolable, she sits and cries her heart out. She sobs until it feels as though her eyes might combust and her throat crack. Her lungs heave and her chest falls.
Just like a mirror, she is shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.
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