Tears: Evidence of a Crime

This is a story of every person out there who is made fun of. It highlights how people who are ridiculed for crying, hide their emotions.

She let out a sob. And another one. 

And as quickly as lightening, she covered her mouth with the helm of her skirt. She cursed the hiccoughs which escaped her mouth. She loathed the streams of tears blackened by the mascara which stained her face.

She wished she hadn't locked herself up in there. The close walls amplified her voice. Any ear sticking against the door could hear the sound of her misery.

"Alice! I need to use the loo. And everyone's waiting for you outside. What are you doing in there?"

The redness of the eyes wasn't ready to leave at that instant. Especially with the amount of tears she had squeezed out of them. But the urgency of the moment had her brainstorming with anxiety.

And just to buy time, she struggled with a quivering voice. Yes I know. Give me five minutes.

As she heard sound of the footsteps diminish, she heaved a sigh of relief: her cousin hadn't known.

She could make a great actress. Such an irrelevant thought crossing her mind made her giggle. 

And soon, with the blotches of black on her face washed and the redness in her eyes melting away, she finally stepped outside. She never told her cousin what kept her in there for so long. And Alice prayed that she never asked too. 

She was sick of being surrounded by people who didn't value her tears. And most of all, she was sick of having the same words being yelled at her: Only the weak cry.