The frown was unable to leave her brow. And it grew worse as time moved forward. Her anxiety was building. Unexplainable anger edged around her eyes, tightening dangerously, it was irrational. But then so was life.
Teeth grinding into dust at the sheer force of ignorance, the pain was almost as crippling as the nails digging into her skin as she balls her fist. Beyond irritated and past disgust.
Cracked glass bleed down on her knuckles. The breeze seeped through easily but she was oblivious to the throbbing the wind brought. Wanting one thing and one thing only. Desperation started eating at her chest and with each breath it became worst and worst. Suffocation was her choice of poison tonight.