She could feel it again. The way her heart pounded and her head went fuzzy. Yes, there was that desire to scream-the tightening of the chest. Her body seemed to weaken, and her soul seemed to ache.

She prayed and prayed it would go away, but ofcourse there was no hope. Once again she was lost in that dark abyss that only seemed to contain thoughts of him. She hated herself for it. She hated herself for loving him and for wanting to be with him. She had never felt so weak, helpless and alone. She threw the medication against the wall.

She fell to her knees. She sobbed. The dissapointment and bitterness stained her soul. She glanced in the mirror and hardly recognized the woman she saw there. The despair and hurt blinded her. She wanted a little relief she wanted to feel herself again. She smashed the mirror; then picked up one of pieces. She drew it along her leg. Watching the blood seep out.-a scar to match the one on her heart. It was a scar to remind her how he didn’t love her.