One more cry

There. Standing on the marble floor. Like a fool. Clenching her fist tightly with her burrowed eye browns. Biting her lower lip when she heard those words. Questions and anger flow through her spine. Blood boiling like mad and swallowed the lump in her throat at last.

    Walking bristly down the street, the hot sun blazing on her skin, it makes her feels worse than ever. Stepping out of the street, she doesn't care if there is any cars coming towards her. She doesn't even bother to turn her head, eyes focus on one point, mind blur and just walks forward till the end. Tears are starting at her eyes, she keeps blinking back her tears, never give a chance to let them fall. Folding her hands in front of her chest, two fingers pinching her skin and keep walking. Whatever they are talking bout, it doesn't matter to her. She just want to get out of that damn area. When he is talking to her, she told him to shut up. She doesn't want to hear his voice. Though he is trying to be nice that time, but she can't stand it. His jokes are not funny at all, they are annoying! Just pull a face, that's what she does.

     She feels relax after taking a nap. That clears out all the frustration. When she woke up from her bed, she realises her mum and sis are going out for shopping. Her mum doesn't even bother to ask her. Her sis keeps asking her to go but she doesn't want unless her mum asks her. In the end, she just watches them go. Then, she rides on her treadmill, she just feels like doing it. She turns on the radio, fix the volume to a higher pitch, locked the room and starts jogging on it. Her heart ache, she feels lonely, the hot sun is streaming through the window. She usually won't grip the handle when she is jogging. But this time,she does. She grips the handle so tightly and twists it when she bursts into tears to keep her from falling. Afraid of collapsing, afraid of a halt, she grips tighter and breathing hard. Tears keep rolling down her cheeks, her cheeks turn red, eyes redden, she wipes it away from her cheeks. When she stops crying, another tear is trying to fall again. Here goes the others. Thanks to the music that covers her weeping voice from her father. She prefers to cry alone. Just her.
However, she tells herself not to cry anymore.

     After that,she goes downstairs. Sitting in front of the glass door, calling her beloved dog. Her dog comes out from the corner and walks towards her. It is wagging its tail and looking at her with its round black eyes. She caress its head and smile at her dog. She feels good. That's what she wants. At least she knows there is someone who loves her and there is someone that she has to care for. Her dog licks her palm and lifts its paw. Usually,she doesn't like her dog to lick her but she let it this time. She needs love and care. All of that doesn't matter to her that moment.