Pain was screaming in frustration as if itself was struggling to identify its own emotions.

I could drop on the wet floor pitching my nose with a strong scent of detergent and I wouldn’t careless. That’s the boogie and ratchet. But I know I can’t. “Actually I can’t. I can do whatever I want”. I could hear my stubborn persona screeching in my ears. God sometimes I feel as though I have multiple personality disorder.

I kept my mind on the task so I can finish early and go home. I would love to brew my achy muscles in warm bathtub and leave my worries for tomorrow. Currently, I am mopping the lobby.

“Stupid girl. Can you be careful?”. Shock responded to this suddenly outburst by freezing my body.

I turned to see what crime I have committed to deserve been called “stupid “ but I was only met with nothing. Just the sleazy, stupid creepy guy who has been trying to hit on me . I guess that’s his response for rejection . “Oh well that’s his cup of tea not mine “. The nonchalant part of my responded.

I ignored to continue my mopping but his hoarse voice they felt like sandpaper grating my skin prickled my ears. “Stupid girl you touched my shoe with that disgusting mop. What is wrong with you?”

All my emotions fought a battle of dominance. Everyone looking at me could tell I was torn in a muddy war of conflict.

In my head I could hear statements like “ pour the water on him and mop his tongue maybe his tongue will be clean enough to speak well to lady”. “ Hit his head with the mop and use the keys in your pocket to slit his throat. When he reincarnate back again he will learn to respect you.” “What about shoving his head inside the mop bucket and then he can tell you whether that is worse than getting the water on his shoes?” “Maybe you should ignore him so he can talk more, looks like that’s his coping mechanism for rejection.”

I was torn between anger, frustration and tiredness. And I am not sure if evil thoughts are also emotions too because I really wanted to end his miserable life for him but I ignored it.

“Are you deaf as well or what?” He barked again.

Inside of my was still a tug of war but tiredness and anger both fought for dominion and won, my emotions were torn into two perfect halves.

“Listen to me sir, I am sorry that you got water in your shoes. If it’s that bad take them off and throw them away. They are already ugly. As you can see I am busy mopping so if you are done yapping, remove your 5ft self out of my way. I have work to do.”

I walked away. Content that I unleashed my anger and now I can get some rest.