Heart Of Glass. [Chapter One.]

Droplets of water formed together before me, slowly creeping their way down my window pane with an intense amount of grace. I watched, wordlessly, as I collected my thoughts together, a sharp pain arousing in my stomach. With each new drop forming on the window, with each sigh that came bursting out of my lips, I felt myself disconnecting from all of the values of life and treasured happiness within. The rain hit the ground, a constant synchronization, a silent, yet immensely concentrated sound. Each drop that landed on the ground made my eyes water, my heart ache and my ears strain beyond belief. In spite of myself, I wanted to clamp my frail and most delicate hands over my ears, fearing that they would surely bust, leaving only more scars and memories to haunt me for eternity. The sky, before the awful rain, had been a dark blue, shimmering with different saturations of pink. I had watched in in awe, soaking in all of its' beauty hidden scarcely between. Soon enough, the rain had already came into view, shortly dying down afterwards. My mood had been ruined long ago, though the rain was surely enough. I had lost family, friends and even a good, supportive man of my own. Depression had hit me hard, perhaps even right in the gut with exruciating force. Ever since, distance has been filling the space between us. Necessary conversations and erosions of laughter together are lost, profoundedly leaving nothing but sadness and emptiness in its' path. I had no car, hardly any money, and I was certainly in the hole by now. Reminders from my bank were being set off continuously, although I ignored them, just as the days continued to drag on. New clothes were long gone from my mind, my eyesight itself weakening by the minute. My clothes were old, or even ragged, but I refused to go out in public. The secure protection and peace from my household was just enough for me to handle alone.