Alone

Alone, sitting on the tracks on to the palce she calls home. Wathcing, waiting , in the empty house, Her eyes fill, but the tears don't fall. Instead she puts her hands in fists with anger and punches the door. Her knuckles bleed. In frustration and sadness she slams the door shut behind her, lays on her bed. Cranking up the music, and melting into the songs. Trying to forget what happened. x3