The crying process

You see the words go blurry before your eyes and the paper you are holding crumples up in the palm of your hand, just like your feelings and the last thing on your mind is what is going on around you. Outside, the pelting rain fell like tears onto the leaves of the trees below, dripping in never ending slumber.

You start to feel overwhelmed, and your insides feels like jelly that's just about to fall apart. You try to squint your eyes to prevent the ocean of tears backing up behind your eyes like dam about to overflow its banks. The lump in your throat grows and soon the heat rushes up behind your nose, and at this juncture you know that your nose is starting to appear a bright cherry red.

Running blindly out of the room, the surroundings melt into a myraid of colours which rushes out behind you, the wind whisting in your ears and the throbbing sensation of your heart in your fingertips.

Somewhere behind you, a shout of laughter is heard. Cries of ," I did it!! " make your insides squirm and once again the tears, already stinging the corners of your eyes, threaten to spill out in front of the entire world. For the 1st time, the 1st sign of a sniff envolopes into your throat, and you hurriedly gulp in the lump ,which now feel like a small hard rock, back into the bottomless pit of your stomach.Your hands, meanwhile, comes up as if on auto to your eyes, which forces whatever tears out. Your face turnes a bright red,, but then suddenly realises that your eyes are covered by your hands.

Bursting open the toilet door, you face the pale cream and pink toilet, scacely decorated by little minute flowers adorning the rough concrete faces of the wall. You look up, and the feeling of being alone hits you so hard in the face you can feel the slap. After a while, you realise your hands are sodden from the tears that have spilt out and over the edges of your eyes. overflow. The toilet is empty, and the sudden urge to conceal yourself inside a toilet and cubicle, where no one will ever see you cry, crops up. Facing the mirror, your eyes travel from the mirror image's eyes,which are stained red, to your own dejected self facing the little reflective glass.

For a moment, you wish that the face in the mirror isnt yours, and that you can be out there, just like the owner of the person who cried," I did it!" and screaming that phrase out yourself. Reality sets in.
There's no one in the toilet. The rain isnt heavy. But it matches your feelings and this time, you run into the toilet and lock yourself up. You stare at the pale pink door for a minute. Then the hot, melting tears pricked out behind your eyes and this time, it overflows. But there's no one to see you. So you just let it well up and fall, just like the rain. Sniff and all. The door bangs open and your 1st reaction is to stifle the next sob. But then you remember that you cant be seen, so it doesnt matter, the need to stifle is redundant. Turning over the the palm of your hand, you look at the once clean sheet of paper now morphed into a soaked, paper mush. The cause of your entire journey. There it was, printed in big bold letters, your name and Class. And on the top, it says O level results.Underneath, your eyes are only drawn to a small number, but the difference and impact it has on your life is astonishing. 25 points.