She can’t help but collapse with the stress of the news she received earlier that day. She sits on her own with her knees to her chest and her face in her hands. She almost cries before she notices herself, its at this moment she stands back up to continue her walk home. She polices herself for the whole walk to avoid thinking about ‘it’.

She gets so frustrated with herself and digs her fingernails into her hand. When she realises what she is doing she puts up her hood and walks faster in shame. She could swear to you that this walk is infinite today. This is her limbo, her punishment. An endless self inflicted torture of don’t do this or don’t do that.

She tries not to think about it but it creeps into her mind again. This time she closes and open her eyes. When her eyes are closed, she is back on the floor, with her head in her hands and her knees at her chest. When she opens her eyes again, it creeps into her mind. She walks faster.

She cannot fall to the floor again. She pities herself, her grip tightens on her hands again. She tries to let go but she can’t, she picks up her pace again. This time she lets go and just runs. She runs all the way home.

When she finally gets there she gets out her key. She is filled with a mix of relief and panic. She is relieved that she is home and can face her problem, but truly facing it scares her. Frustratedly, she tries to fiddle the key in. Tears well at her eyes as she misses repeatedly. Her grip loosens as she falls to the floor once again.

She sits there, just outside her front door, knees to her chest, face in her hands, crying.