At some point, Joey was going to have to stop pacing and... face her crippling world head on. The oxygen in the room was becoming dense and nonexistent to Joy's lungs. Calm down. The shaking hands continued their concerto anyways. Relax. The nerves in Joy's body sprinted violently in various directions, causing her muscles to spasm at random times. Get ahold of yourself. The voice inside pleaded, desperate for relief from the emotional prison it was drowning in. Stop it!
Finally the knees buckled and Joy fell to the floor. She was frozen in time and space. Surrounded by a pressuring force not even God could explain. Her eyes turned to glass as tears filled them and fell to the shaggy carpet beneath her. What had she done? The promises that were made, shattered within a few syllables. Her most trusted partner in crime, scrambling to find a way to give her the that pain he felt. He spilled her secret to the world. Her face, plastered everywhere like a disease. Her truth, exposed to every human being on the planet. She could trust no one, ever again. Joy looks into the tall mirror adjacent to her feet. Her clothes once pressed and soft were ruffled and stained with mascara tears. Her blond hair had fallen in shambles from the hands grasping and releasing. Joy began to laugh at her appearance and state of mind. The presidents daughter, picture perfect no more.