the need to scream

She stepped off the bus and slipped her numb hands into her pockets. She forgot her mittens at home that morning and now she missed them more than ever. She walked fast, as fast as she could, she wanted to get away from the cold...but mostly the world.
She had an eerie feeling in her stomache. A feeling that was aching to get out. It would creep up her chest and stay there and make her feel sick.
Today, she was re-introduced to a life she had not missed. It made her want cry. There was anger inside of her that she thought she had forgotten about. But today, she was reminded.
A living soul from her past un-burried this anger within her. She thought she was healed. She was very wrong.
She felt like nothing and she was ashamed of the person she had become.
With her hands in the pockets of her coat, she started to walk faster, almost in a run.
She needed to forget.
Home was becomming closer in view and she struggled through the ice and slush. She never thought she would be happy to see her home.
She felt the nervous feeling in her chest, now becomming stronger.
She ran up her back steps and slammed the door behind her.
It all came out.
She screamed to the top of her lungs, letting out her pain, her hate, her anger. She fell to her knees and cried like shes never cried before.
This was a bad day, things will get better...but the only person she was kidding was herself.