If you are the faint hearted kind of person, this story isn't meant for you. As you read on, you may find yourself chanting a prayer. Enjoy...

As Clare shut the door behind her, tears rolled down her cheeks. How could Jamie say all that to her after such a long time. She had already made arrangments and there's no way she would cancel. She and Jamie had been friends for as long as she could remember and there were no secrets between them. She meant everything to him until he started messing up. Where was he all this time? Was it her fault or his fault? She had so many questions of which the answers seemed to be more questions. The anger in her had turned into tears, then laughter, anger again, until she became restless moving about in the room without a clue of what she was doing. How could he wait all this time? How does he think that makes me feel? Does he expect me to change my plans to accomodate his? So many questions ran in her mind. She had to take a sleeping pill because she knew that was her only way out. It didn't kick in faster as expected but it did atlast and she could finally relax. She slept the better part of the day but when she woke up, Jamie was on her mind once again. She became restless once more and jumped off the bed and started moving around the room. Her mind became even more clogged. Clueless of what to do or say and she just sat down staring at the blank wall for almost an hour. "Clare, are you home?" her best friend Shannice called from outside her main door. "Yes, the door ain't locked. Come in, I'm in the bedroom." Shannice came in and was buffled to see the state she was in. "What's up girlfie? You look like you haven't sleep in weeks