hairbands

She got up and grabbed her things. Escaped to some empty common room, opened her laptop, and methodically pulled that hairband against her wrist.

“Haha you know you shouldn’t do that, it could hurt haha,” some guy says, nodding at her wrist. She smiles up to him and nods slightly. He moves away and she goes back to snapping the hairband. She holds back tears and swallows deeply. She turns on her laptop and reads sad stories, all the while tugging at that damn hairband. People wander past, but none even glance her way. She is alone, lost, forgotten. Her phone buzzes, waking her up from an eternal sleep mode.

“Hey where are you!” a guy nearly shouts into the phone. She says something vague and meaningless into the phone, then hangs up. She inhales deeply, afraid to exhale too loud or someone might notice her. Then she shuts her laptop and shoves it inside her backpack, slinging it across her shoulders and making her way to the door. Its raining like hell outside. She notices some guys she knows, and moves closer to them to strike up a conversation. They hardly notice her.

Lonely, she takes off her sandals and slides them into her backpack. The doors open and a gust of warm rainfilled air rushes at her. This is all that matters anymore. Maybe she would dance in the rain and let it soak up her tears. But instead she laughs and begins to run. But to no where she will ever know.