Her eyes water.
Her mother says it's ok.
Her sister says it's ok.
Tears continue to spill on her cheeks as they drop on the paper.
Are you crying? Her mother asks.
Yes she's crying. Her sister answers.
Why are you crying? Her mother says.
She rubs her eyes with one hand as she crumples the paper with the other.
Her chest aches.
Her eyes shut themselves.
Her body lays on her bed unmoving on her right side.
The wanting of pain consumes her.
Her body trembles as she maintains the wanting.
As she lays on her right side, her left arms lifts.
Her ears only hears her music.
Her eyes are closed, yet she sees a white light.
She sees a hand reach for her own.
Her eyes open to see no hand holding hers.
She closes them once again.
And she still sees the other hand.
She starts to see darkness.
As she drifts to sleep she feels the touch.
Her heart no longer aches.
She smiles as she feels relief.
Her hand still feels touched.
Her hand stays faced up as she sleeps.