She leaned her head back, until it hit the wall behind her. A single tear rolled it's way down her cheek, leaving a small trail along its way. She gave a deep sigh, the kind of sigh you give when you've finally given up. Looking down at her phone one last time, she turned it off and let it slide from her hands to the floor. A loud bang rang through the house as it collided with the hard wood floor. Not even a noticeable flinch from the girl. She couldn't care less if it was broken, or if she had woken up
Her parents. She just started straight ahead of her. A mirror was situated directly in front of her on the other side of the room. She studied her face. Fresh tears threatening to spill over her lids with her next blink. Her eyes were swollen and red from all the crying she had done prior. Her cheeks were flushed and heated, almost making her look sickly. She ran her fingers through her hair for the hundredth time that day. A habit she did when she was angry or upset. At the moment she was both. She looked to the floor where her phone lay. It's screen staying dark much to her disappointment. Though she waited and waited for a message that would possibly never come. That's all she seems to ever do, is wait. Like an obedient dog who was told to stay. Waiting to be told to go do something else. Another sigh escaped her chewed up lips as she reached for the piece of technology that was giving her grief. She went to her messages, and started to look at the ones between him and her. Five o'clock was the time specified to see each other that day. She looked at the little clock on her screen which read five forty five. She debated sending another message, thinking maybe something important had come up. So she laid the phone down again and waited. Waited for him.