"Fuck it!"

A groan bubbled up from her throat. She suppressed frustrated tears and a wild cry. Her heart pounded, fists clenched at her sides so tightly they bled a furious white. The music crashed about her eardrums, each note fighting for attention, punctuating her movements as she jerkily dropped to the floor. Back to the door, she buried her face in her knees. Everything was clutter. Needless, senseless bullshit to fill the space.

"Shut up!"

"Don’t worry about them."

"I need a break from everyone."

"I can’t wait for you to leave."

"They’re just jealous of you."

"She doesn't listen to me."

"Fuck it!"

The darkness chased her further into herself, into the corner of the room where the blinds couldn’t leak any light. A happy song attempted to break the walls of her storm but she tore the headphones away so abruptly that it stung. Rocking softly and staring at the floor, a thousand thoughts, a thousand nothings all ruined her escape. She thrashed her arms, she moaned and flung her phone to the other side of the room.

More than anything in the world, she wished she could scream until there was nothing left.