Torn

"No wedding right?"

I opened the closet, and rummaged through it's contents. Feeling like I'm finding a needle in heaps of hay, i got irritated and i throw some of the contents over my shoulders.

Where is that stupid dress I thought.  And my fingers felt silk and satin. Here.

I produce it out from the cabinet. With me full of hate and anger, i tore it into pieces. Poor Queen, she even bother to spend so much just for a dress.

The beads fall of from the dress, scattering allover the place. Tiny high-pitched sounds where produced. Claing claing.

And in the midst of my anger-relieving, the door just suddenly burst open.

"CINDY!" a stern voice said. "What. Are.You.Doing." It was the Queen.

"There will be no wedding, so what's the point on holding on this stupid dress?" i said. I continue tearing it to pieces.

"Cindy, can you please be calm....That's it put the dress down..."

I focus on breathing calmly. Inhale....Exhale