Messiah Jordy
The first drop of tear that ran down my left eye touched the tip of my lower lip. I licked it gently and savored the sour taste of my sorrow and bitterness in my mouth. I blinked at the test strip, frozen on my toilet seat. So many emotions rushed through me at once, I did not know which ones to act on first.
Was I to scream to show my pain? Pull the strands of my hair out to show my anger? Or dig my teeth into the skin of my hands to express my bitterness? Was there a way to do all three at once.
I sought for tears to cry, but my eyes were dry, I could almost feel them crack at the edges. I turned away from the strip, I could not bare to spare one more glance at it. I could not even bring myself to touch it, but I knew that I had to. If I didn't dispose of it myself, s
