What Now

Her feet drag carelessly along the ground, and she doesn't bother lifting her head. All around, people are cringing at the sound of heels scraping against the polished tiles. She doesn't care. She ploughs on aimlessly, her arms limp and her eyes hollow. A frightening picture of intentionally directed hurt. How can he allow this to go on? He doesn't care. Nobody knows what to do. Suddenly, she falls. Sprawled undignified on the ground, spittle mixing with blood on her tear streaked face, she lies motionless. People stream past her. Sobs rack her body, her frail frame heaving conspicuously face down in the dirt. Nobody stops. Struggling, she flips belly-up. Gasping for air, her eyes stare gazelessly at the endless blue sky. People consciously step around the obstacle as if it were a hole in the ground. She shuts her eyes tight and wishes she were dead. In the distance, the clouds began to rumble. They begin to run for cover. The pitter patter of surrounding footfall soon turns into the steady stinging pain of rain gunning down everywhere. Streams give way to torrents and her mouth gapes open in a silent scream as she drowns in its thunderous sound. Lying where she fell, she can see clearly now. Through the water that pelted her flesh, quenched her parched throat, she realised that she was alive. As air and water rushed into her lungs, she screams for the first time since. In anguish, in sorrow, in love, in vain. She chokes back her tears, fighting to suppress the images that flood her mind. She is not angry. But, her soul is broken. She falls silent. A small inquisitive flower, with its bright yellow petals, watches her lie on the tarmac. The sun pierces through the darkness to illuminate the path that lies ahead. Slowly, she arises. Her strength returns yet the life ebbs from her cheeks. The life force would push her along gently to her destiny. What is meant to be will be.