Kaybug08

 I threw the empty box of tissues into the corner of my bedroom in irrational anger. Why was it empty already? It felt as if I'd just opened one; were there even any more boxes left? I stumbled toward the cabinet, muffling my sobs with a fisted hand so my mother wouldn't hear me and scream at me again. I'd had enough of that to last me a lifetime. And then she would remind me of Cailler. 'Why are you like this? Cailler will never look at you if you're so useless!' I couldn't be around him any more without having the urge to bawl my eyes out. It hurt too much, in my chest, like an agonizing tightening and twisting, some wild creature trying