Trust

She wiped a tear from her cheek, trying to choke back another sniffle. They never show this bit in the movies, she thought sarcastically to herself. Because no one looks sexy with a blocked nose.

Her brunette hair was all over the place, a legacy of too much time spent awake with not enough of it spent on grooming. That’s how it works when you can’t sleep. The hours fly by and not at all, at the same time. The screen blinked off, as she juggled the phone in her hands.

What should she do now?

The agony and pain always come in waves. They die down, and then resurrect themselves, constantly ready to inflict their particularly gruesome brand of torture on her battered soul. Being clueless about what to do next just made the waves of despairing misery almost mind-destroyingly unbearable.

She was adrift now, floating in a sea of hurt and indecision, driven by the absurdity of her situation. How could it come to this? How much further could she fall?

The phone chirped to life once more, it’s screen dazzling her eyes as she choked back another set of tears. Of course it was going to be this hard. Of course it was going to be fiendishly difficult to move past what fate had thrown at her. Her fingers moved quickly across the screen, hammering away as she decided that today, of all days, she would trust in fate.

So what if she’d been burned before?

She tapped the screen for the final time, sending off one last missive into the digital void. There, she thought. It’s done. She said a silent prayer to the heavens that she’d made the right decision, that it wouldn’t haunt her for the rest of her life like everything else that had befallen her.

It was too late now. She’d made her decision. She just hoped that the terms and conditions on her new Android phone would be better than her last one.