Standing in front of the house with her back against it, she didn't know where to go neither did she know what to do. A myriad of thoughts was going through her mind, questions she didn't have answers for were blaring through her head and it made her headache. She didn't want to think about anything, but that was impossible. She was overwhelmed with despair and immense sadness.
She looked over her shoulder and stared back at the house one more time. This was the last time she'd come here. She promised herself.
Looking at both sides of the road, she pondered on what to do, or rather where to go, as going back to the apartment was something that she couldn't even do at the moment. Left was the best choice, there was nothing right about her life right now, so left it was. Nothing could go more wrong than it already was, even if it did, she wouldn't be surprised.
