“Stop!” I ran down the stairs. My eyes are blurred with tears. “Why do you do this to me?”

“You started it” I hear echo through the house. It rattles in my ears. I begin to run quicker and quicker to my room. I roughly slam the door behind me.

I sit there a pillow curled tigthly in my arms. The darkness of my room curls around me, hugging me in its warm arms. My knees are closely curled to my chest as I rock back and forth, slowly, back and forth. My cheek is nuzzled into the matted part of my pillow, it feels slimy and wet from the tearsas they slide down the side of my face.
That feeling ofcomfort and discomfort, like black and white, cats and dogs cosumes me. A chill runs through my body, like a cold hand running down my back. Suddenly I cant cry anymore I am a well that has dried up. Cold, careless, calm. Though I cant cry anymore, the aching pain still remains.