She screamed and shrieked at the sky, stomping her feet to the ground, flailing her arms; palms balled into fists about the air. She screamed until her voice was no more. Until her anger was no more.
Until her screams turned into sobs.
Instead of her body projecting everything outwards, she had nothing left to project but pain. She turned into a sobbing swaying ball on the concrete floor of her now empty house.
Everything always hurt. Either her limbs, her head.. her feelings.
Maybe since birth, it always pained her to grow. Perhaps her disability to continue on was just the pain to take another breath.
Maybe she was never meant to be created and that is why she cries every single day.
She cries for having been born.