A Friendly Stranger

Anna entered the room and locked the door. She started pacing back and forth. It couldn't be happening, but it was. She had to be realistic. She couldn't live without the man she loved. He wasn't just the man she loved. He was her only friend. She had no one else. Without him, she had no will to go on living. She looked at the window.

She was so distressed, and her thoughts were screaming so loudly in her mind, that she didn't hear the people calling her name, desperate outside the door. She went to the window and tried to pull it up, but it was jammed. She pushed for a while, but the handle wouldn't budge. Anna discovered at that moment that she hated that kind of window. Who had been the asshole who had closed it? She remembered that it had been raining, and the window had probably been closed so that it wouldn't get wet inside. That didn't matter now. She went to the bedside table and picked up the lamp. She began to break the glass of the window and then the sharp shards, a