• Jodythinks

    Overkill

    There I stood. Agape at the audacity of what was happening in front of me. I thought, “So this is what pure unalduterated pain feels like”. I don’t know what I did to deserve it. I didn’t know how to react. So I ran. I ran to escape the humiliation of breaking down in public. I hid, as girls often do, in the safe haven of the ladies room as I tried to compose myself. And like a scene from a bad soap opera or a b-movie, I stared at myself in front of the mirror and let the tears flow, cursing my fate. When i could finally breathe without…