A thousand shards of glass had pinned me down on my upper back and shoulders. I never felt the sharp pain, but it was there. I ached all over. My body was encased in a cold frozen barrier trapped in this very small room. Tears that fell on my cheeks felt like icicles. My breath staggered and my nose became stuffy red. The night air pitied me. The question of right and wrong kept playing in my head, 'was I doing the right thing?' I clawed my nails deep down within my flesh. I exhaled a sharp gasp as my phone shined bright.

Ding - it had rung.

I peeked through my arms and there stood the sharp knife that aimed right through my shattered heart. It never stopped me from doing the wrong thing after I read those words I never thought I would have encountered so soon. 'What is wrong with me,' I thought to myself after I continued to do the worst thing possible.

I could just imagine his angered voice shouting to the sky and back. The bridge that separated us crumbled, its path had already been halfway burned. Our voices though far away from each other cried in unison. Fire rose hell from the stone, cold ground. The both of us were engulfed in flames but my frozen barrier never melted. The pain had swollen in our waterfalls. It felt as if I had drowned and tried to call for help.

I sat still in silence. Background noises never aided me. Overlapped voices filled the air as I clasped my ears. I sniffled and cried to myself. As I kept this to myself, my body quivered. I lowered my head in between my knees, my back ached more than before. I might as well had been crushed by a rock. I can't move this very spot. I would rather not move and stay here. By the time I couldn't shed any more tears, I heard a tiny voice. My name was being called. I never wanted to move a muscle yet I had to.

So, I faked a smile.